We'd Get Sick On Too

Good Lord, I Don't Know What 'rights' A Man Has! And I Don't Know The Solution Of Boredom. If I Did, I'd Be The One Philosopher That Had The Cure For Living. But I Do Know That About Ten Times As Many People Find Their Lives Dull, And Unnecessarily Dull, As Ever Admit It; And I Do Believe That If We Busted Out And Admitted It Sometimes, Instead Of Being Nice And Patient And Loyal For Sixty Years, And Then Nice And Patient And Dead For The Rest Of Eternity, Why, Maybe, Possibly, We Might Make Life More Fun.

Since Dictating The Bible, And Hiring A Perfect Race Of Ministers To Explain It, God Has Never Done Much But Creep Around And Try To Catch Us Disobeying It.

I Have For Myself No Conceivable Complaint To Make, And Yet For American Literature In General, And Its Standing In A Country Where Industrialism And Finance And Science Flourish And The Only Arts That Are Vital And Respected Are Architecture And The Film, I Have A Considerable Complaint.

Winter Is Not A Season In The North Middlewest; It Is An Industry.

It Is One Of The Major Tragedies That Nothing Is More Discomforting Than The Hearty Affection Of The Old Friends Who Never Were Friends.