Politicians. Little Tin Gods On Wheels.

No Printed Word, Nor Spoken Plea Can Teach Young Minds What They Should Be. Not All The Books On All The Shelves - But What The Teachers Are Themselves.

San Francisco Is A Mad City - Inhabited For The Most Part By Perfectly Insane People Whose Women Are Of A Remarkable Beauty.

Yet There Be Certain Times In A Young Man’s Life, When, Through Great Sorrow Or Sin, All The Boy In Him Is Burnt And Seared Away So That He Passes At One Step To The More Sorrowful State Of Manhood

God Could Not Be Everywhere, And Therefore He Made Mothers.

In The Carboniferous Epoch We Were Promised Abundance For All, By Robbing Selected Peter To Pay For Collective Paul; But, Though We Had Plenty Of Money, There Was Nothing Our Money Could Buy, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings Said: 'if You Don't Work You Die.'