I Found After Seventy Years That I

One Discards Rhyme, Not Because One Is Incapable Of Rhyming Neat, Fleet, Sweet, Meet, Treat, Eat, Feet But Because There Are Certain Emotions Or Energies Which Are Nor Represented By The Over-familiar Devices Or Patterns.

That Text Is Known To Them That Have The Patience To Read It, Possibly One One-hundredth Of One Percent Of The Denizens. They Forget It, All Save A Few Western States. I Think Somebody In Dakota Once Read It. The Constitution.

The Real Trouble With War (modern War) Is That It Gives No One A Chance To Kill The Right People.

Liberty Is Not A Right But A Duty.

I Guess The Definition Of A Lunatic Is A Man Surrounded By Them.