To Lunch With The Important

Age Has Extremely Little To Do With Anything That Matters. The Difference Between One Age And Another Is, As A Rule, Enormously Exaggerated.

Behavior Of Such Cunning Cruelty That Only A Human Being Could Have Thought Of Or Contrived It We Call 'inhuman,' Revealing Thus Some Pathetic Ideal Standard For Our Species That Survives All Betrayals.

Words Move, Turning Over Like Tumbling Clowns; Like Certain Books And Like Fleas, They Possess Activity. All Men Equally Have The Right To Say, 'this Word Shall Bear This Meaning,' And See If They Can Get It Across. It Is A Sporting Game, Which All Can Play, Only All Cannot Win.

It Was A Book To Kill Time For Those Who Liked It Better Dead.

What About Christianity? Are We Right In The Face Of So Long A Record Of Its Poverty In International Achievement, To Keep Invoking It As A Standard, Almost Synonymous With Civilization?