War Vies With Magic In Its Efforts

Adventure Is Humdrum And Routine Unless One Assimilates It, Unless One Relates It To A Central Core Which Grows Within And Gives It Contour And Significance. Raw Experience Is Empty, Just As Empty As The Forecastle Of A Whaler As In A Chamber Of A Counting House; For It Is Not What One Does, But In A Manifold Sense, What One Realizes That Keeps Existence From Being Vain And Trivial.

Chaos, If It Does Not Harden Into A Pattern Of Disorder, May Be More Fruitful Than A Regularity Too Easily Accepted And A Success Too Easily Achieved.

One's Worst Enormities Remain Within, And It Is Only One's Vulgar Commonplaces Of Error And Folly That Turn Into Murders And Suicides, Treasons, Infidelities, And Betrayals.

The Earth Is The Lord's Fullness Thereof: This Is No Longer A Hollow Dictum Of Religion, But A Directive For Economic Action Toward Human Brotherhood.

Safety Razors Make It Hard To Grow Beards In America: America Would Be A Better Place If There Were A Few Bearded, Savage, Terrible Old Men.