Why Is It That Traveling

Winter Is Not A Season, It's An Occupation.

The Greatest Mystery About A Human Being Is Not His Reaction To Sex Or Praise, But The Manner In Which He Contrives To Put In Twenty-four Hours A Day. It Is This Which Puzzles The Longshoreman About The Clerk, The Londoner About The Bushman.

Upon This Theology He Rarely Pondered. The Kernel Of His Practical Religion Was That It Was Respectable, And Beneficial To One's Business, To Be Seen Going To Services; That The Church Kept The Worst Elements From Being Still Worse; And That The Pastor's Sermons, However Dull They Might Seem At The Time Of Taking, Yet Had A Voodooistic Power Which 'did A Fellow Good-- Kept Him In Touch With Higher Things.

His Name Was George F. Babbitt, And . . . He Was Nimble In The Calling Of Selling Houses For More Than People Could Afford To Pay.

It Is, I Think, An Error To Believe That There Is Any Need Of Religion To Make Life Seem Worth Living.