My greatest trouble is getting the curtain up and down.

The circle of our understanding is a very restricted area.

No place of grace for those who avoid the Face. No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the Voice.

There is no such thing as a lost cause, because there is no such thing as a gained cause

Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.

We are being made aware that the organization of society on the principle of private profit, as well as public destruction, is leading both to the deformation of humanity by unregulated industrialism, and to the exhaustion of natural resources, and that a good deal of our material progress is a progress for which succeeding generations may have to pay dearly.

In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass. Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires, Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth Which is already flesh, fur and faeces, Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.