Praise Out Of Season, Or Tactlessly Bestowed,

Upon The Profound Discontent Of The Young In Every Country Do I Set My Faith. I Beg You, The Young, To Be Discontented. I Pray That You May Rebel Against What Is Wrong, Not With Feeble Negative Complaining But With Strong Positive Assertion Of What Is Right For All Humanity.

None But The Ignorant Can Be Bored By Life. To The Lovers Of Learning, Life Is Pure Adventure Shared With Adventurers.

Many People Lose The Small Joys In The Hope For The Big Happiness.

It May Be That Religion Is Dead, And If It Is, We Had Better Know It And Set Ourselves To Try To Discover Other Sources Of Moral Strength Before It Is Too Late.

Purposeless Activity May Be A Phase Of Death.