There Is Poetry In A Pork Chop

In Less Than Twenty-five Years . . . The Motor-car Will Be Obsolete, Because The Aeroplane Will Run Along The Ground As Well As Fly Over It.

At All Costs We Must Re-establish Faith In Spiritual Values. We Must Worship Something Beyond Ourselves, Lest We Destroy Ourselves.

It Was Announced As A French Victory By The French Minister Of War. I Did Not See Any Sign Of Victory But Only The Retreat Of The French Forces Engaged In The Battle.

There Is Poetry In A Pork Chop To A Hungry Man.

We Who Go Out To Die Shall Be Remembered, Because We Gave The World Peace. That Will Be Our Reward, Though We Will Know Nothing Of It, But Lie Rotting In The Earth - Dead.