I Will Not Refuse To

He Loved His Country As No Other Man Has Loved Her, But No Man Deserved Less At Her Hands.

You Shall Not Pile, With Servile Toil, Your Monuments Upon My Breast, Nor Yet Within The Common Soil Lay Down The Wreck Of Power To Rest, Where Man Can Boast That He Has Trod On Him That Was "the Scourge Of God."

Can It Be Possible That All Human Sympathies Can Thrive, And All Human Powers Be Exercised, And All Human Joys Increase, If We Live With All Our Might With The Thirty Or Forty People Next To Us, Telegraphing Kindly To All Other People, To Be Sure? Can It Be Possible That Our Passion For Large Cities, And Large Parties, And Large Theatres, And Large Churches, Develops No Faith Nor Hope Nor Love Which Would Not Find Aliment And Exercise In A Little "world Of Our Own"?

In The Name Of Hypocrites, Doctors Have Invented The Most Exquisite Form Of Torture Ever Known To Man: Survival.

[s]leep, And Enough Of It, Is The Prime Necessity. Enough Exercise, And Good Food And Enough, Are Other Necessities. But Sleep—good Sleep, And Enough Of It—this Is A Necessity Without Which You Cannot Have The Exercise Of Use, Nor The Food.