If Ever The Public Was Betrayed By

By Beauty Of Course I Mean Truth, For The One Involves The Other; It Is Only The False In Art Which Is Ugly, And It Is Only The Ugly That Is Universal.

It Is The Curse Of Prosperity That It Takes Work Away From Us, And Shuts That Door To Hope And Health Of Spirit.

Preach The Blessings Of Our Deeply Incorporated Civilization By The Mouths Of Our Eight-inch Guns.

He Who Sleeps In Continual Noise Is Wakened By Silence.

The Wrecks Of Slavery Are Fast Growing A Fungus Crop Of Sentiment.