Few Men Of Action Have Been Able

The Genius Of Man In Our Time Has Gone Into Jet-propulsion, Atom-splitting, Penicillin-curing, Etc. There Is None Left Over For Works Of Imagination; Of Spiritual Insight Or Mystical Enlightenment.

The Skyscrapers Began To Rise Again, Frailly Massive, Elegantly Utilitarian, Images In Their Grace, Audacity And Inconclusiveness, Of The Whole Character Of The People Who Produces Them.

I'm Much Too Modest A Person.

There Is Something Ridiculous And Even Quite Indecent In An Individual Claiming To Be Happy. Still More A People Or A Nation Making Such A Claim. The Pursuit Of Happiness Is Without Any Question The Most Fatuous Which Could Possibly Be Undertaken. This Lamentable Phrase - The Pursuit Of Happiness - Is Responsible For A Good Part Of The Ills And Miseries Of The Modern World.

I Will Lift Mine Eyes Unto The Pills. Almost Everyone Takes Them, From The Humble Aspirin To The Multi-colored, King-sized Three Deckers, Which Put You To Sleep, Wake You Up, Stimulate And Soothe You All In One. It Is An Age Of Pills.