The establishment of the world community will surely exact a price – and who can tell what that price may be? – in toil, suffering and blood.

If you fell down yesterday, stand up today.

The brain upon which my experiences have been written is not a particularly good one. If their were brain-shows, as there are cat and dog shows, I doubt if it would get even a third class prize.

In all the round world of Utopia there is no meat. There used to be, but now we cannot stand the thought of slaughterhouses. And it is impossible to find anyone who will hew a dead ox or pig. I can still remember as a boy the rejoicings over the closing of the last slaughterhouse.

The serious people who took him seriously never felt quite sure of his deportment; they were somehow aware that trusting their reputations for judgment with him was like furnishing a nursery with egg-shell china.

Hunger makes a fool of a man.

A time will come when men will sit with history before them or with some old newspaper before them and ask incredulously,"Was there ever such a world?"