Our Ideals Are Our Better

Love Is The Key To Felicity, Nor Is There A Heaven To Any Who Love Not. We Enter Paradise Through Its Gates Only.

Action And Blood Now Get The Game. Disdain Treads On The Peaceful Name.

Man Is A Living Lie--a Bitter Jest Upon Himself--a Conscious Grain Of Sand Lost In A Desert Of Unconsciousness.

Ideas First And Last: Yet It Is Not Till These Are Formulated And Utilized That The Devotees Of The Common Sense Discern Their Value And Advantages. The Idealist Is The Capitalist On Whose Resources Multitudes Are Maintained Life Long. Ideas In The Head Set Hands About Their Several Tasks, Thus Carrying Forward All Human Endeavors To Their Issues.

Of Books In Our Time The Variety Is So Voluminous, And They Follow So Fast From The Press, That One Must Be A Swift Reader To Acquaint Himself Even With Their Titles, And Wise To Discern What Are Worth Reading.