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Necessity dispenseth with decorum.
Necessity dispenseth with decorum.
A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it.
A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it.
I'm not comfortable being preachy, but more people need to start spending as much time in the library as they read more
I'm not comfortable being preachy, but more people need to start spending as much time in the library as they do on the basketball court.
Every man needs slaves like he needs clean air. To rule is to breathe, is it not? And even the read more
Every man needs slaves like he needs clean air. To rule is to breathe, is it not? And even the most disenfranchised get to breathe. The lowest on the social scale have their spouses or their children.
Art imitates nature, and necessity is the mother of invention.
Art imitates nature, and necessity is the mother of invention.
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer read more
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul.
We need others. We need others to love and we need to be loved by them. There is no doubt read more
We need others. We need others to love and we need to be loved by them. There is no doubt that without it, we too, like the infant left alone, would cease to grow, cease to develop, choose madness and even death.
The work of an advertising agency is warmly and immediately human. It deals with human needs, wants, dreams and hopes. read more
The work of an advertising agency is warmly and immediately human. It deals with human needs, wants, dreams and hopes. Its 'product' cannot be turned out on an assembly line.
My steps have pressed the flowers,
That to the Muses' bowers
The eternal dews of Helicon have read more
My steps have pressed the flowers,
That to the Muses' bowers
The eternal dews of Helicon have given:
And trod the mountain height,
Where Science, young and bright,
Scans with poetic gaze the midnight-heaven.
Yet have I found no power to vie
With thine, severe necessity!
