The New Deal is plainly an attempt to achieve a working socialism and avert a social collapse in America; it is extraordinarily parallel to the successive 'policies' and 'Plans' of the Russian experiment. Americans shirk the word 'socialism', but what else can one call it?

We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity.

Religions are such stuff as dreams are made of.

The future is the shape of things to come.

All men, however highly educated, retain some superstitious inklings.

Affliction comes to us, not to make us sad but sober; not to make us sorry but wise.

Are we all bubbles blown by a baby?