Obligation May Be Stretched Till

You Are Discontented With The World Because You Can't Get Just The Small Things That Suit Your Pleasure, Not Because It's A World Where Myriads Of Men And Women Are Ground By Wrong And Misery, And Tainted With Pollution.

Fine Art, Poetry, That Kind Of Thing, Elevates A Nation.

It Is A Narrow Mind Which Cannot Look At A Subject From Various Points Of View.

How Could A Man Be Satisfied With A Decision Between Such Alternatives And Under Such Circumstances No More Than He Can Be Satisfied With His Hat, Which He's Chosen From Among Such Shapes As The Resources Of The Age Offer Him. . . .

Where Women Love Each Other, Men Learn To Smother Their Mutual Dislike.