In America, Any Man Who Is Not

Don't Be Seduced Into Thinking That That Which Does Not Make A Profit Is Without Value.

Success, Instead Of Giving Freedom Ofchoice, Becomes A Way Of Life.

Peace. It Is A Providence, And No Great Change; We Are Only What We Always Were, But Naked Now.

After All The Highways, And The Trains, And The Appointments, And The Years, You End Up Worth More Dead Than Alive.

Pathos Truly Is The Mode For The Pessimist. But Tragedy Requires A Nicer Balance Between What Is Possible And What Is Impossible. And It Is Curious, Although Edifying, That The Plays We Revere, Century After Century, Are The Tragedies. In Them, And In Them Alone, Lies The Belief-optimistic, If You Will, In The Perfectibility Of Man.