Western Man Is Schizophrenic.

Most Writers Enjoy Two Periods Of Happiness When A Glorious Idea Comes To Mind And, Secondly, When A Last Page Has Been Written And You Haven't Had Time To Know How Much Better It Ought To Be.

To Make The Most Of Christmas, Focus On Christ.

We Don't Live Alone. We Are Members Of One Body. We Are Responsible For Each Other. And I Tell You That The Time Will Soon Come When If Men Will Not Learn That Lesson, Then They Will Be Taught It In Fire And Blood And Anguish. Good Night.

To Say That These Men Paid Their Shillings To Watch Twenty-two Hirelings Kick A Ball Is Merely To Say That A Violin Is Wood And Catgut, That Hamlet Is So Much Paper And Ink.

Our Trouble Is That We Drink Too Much Tea. I See In This The Slow Revenge Of The Orient, Which Has Diverted The Yellow River Down Our Throats.