Envy Is Ignorance, Imitation Is

With The Past, I Have Nothing To Do; Nor With The Future. I Live Now.

Things Have Their Laws As Well As Men, And Things Refuse To Be Trifled With.

The Goof Man, In Dealing With His People, Taxes Them With Luxury.

In The First Place, All Books That Get Fairly Into The Vital Air Of The World Were Written By The Successful Class, By The Affirming And Advancing Class, Who Utter What Tens Of Thousands Feel Though They Cannot Say.

Not Always Can Flowers, Pearls, Poetry, Protestations, Nor Even Home In Another Heart, Content The Awful Soul That Dwells In Clay.