Those tragic comedians, the Chamber of Commerce red hunters, the Women's Christian Temperance Union smellers, the censors of books, the Klan regulators, the Methodist prowlers, the Baptist guardians of sacred vessels-we have the national mentality of a police lieutenant.

There is always a sheet of paper. There is always a pen. There is always a way out.

Next to the semi-colon, quotation marks seem to be the chief butts of reformatory ardor.

The believing mind reaches its perihelion in the so-called Liberals. They believe in each and every quack who sets up his booth inthe fairgrounds, including the Communists. The Communists have some talents too, but they always fall short of believing in the Liberals.

I have long been convinced that the idea of liberty is abhorrent to most human beings. What they want is security, not freedom. Thus it seldom causes any public indignation when an enterprising tyrant claps down on one of his enemies. To most men it seems a natural proceeding.

For the habitual truth-teller and truth-seeker, indeed, the whole world has very little liking. He is always unpopular.

Suicide is a belated acquiescence in the opinion of one's wife's relatives.