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The Infantile Cowardice Of Our Time Which Demands An External Pattern, A Nonhuman Authority.

Without Guilt / What Is A Man? An Animal, Isn't He? / A Wolf Forgiven At His Meat, / A Beetle Innocent In His Copulation.

Keepers Of Books, Keepers Of Print And Paper On The Shelves, Librarians Are Keepers Also Of The Records Of The Human Spiritthe Records Of Men's Watch Upon The World And On Themselves.

If God Is God He Is Not Good, If God Is Good He Is Not God; Take The Even, Take The Odd.

Spring Has Many American Faces. There Are Cities Where It Will Come And Go In A Day And Counties Where It Hangs Around And Never Quite Gets There. Summer Is Drawn Blinds In Louisiana, Long Winds In Wyoming, Shade Of Elms And Maples In New England.