An Unromantic Poem I Mean To Make,

But A Scientific Man Must Live In A Little Bit Of Style.

There Are Two Kinds Of Spiritual Law, Two Kinds Of Conscience, One In Man And Another, Altogether Different, In Woman. They Do Not Understand Each Other; But In Practical Life The Woman Is Judged By Man's Law, As Though She Were Not A Woman But A Man.

The Old Terms Must Be Invented With New Meaning And Given New Explanations. Liberty, Equality, And Fraternity Are No Longer What They Were In The Days Of The Late-lamented Guillotine. This Is What The Politicians Will Not Understand; And That Is Why I Hate Them. They Want Only Their Own Special Revolutions- External Revolutions, Political Revolutions, Etc. But That Is Only Dabbling. What Is Really Needed Is A Revolution Of The Human Spirit.

I Must Make Up My Mind Which Is Right – Society Or I.

Your Home Is Regarded As A Model Home, Your Life As A Model Life. But All This Splendor, And You Along With It... It's Just As Though It Were Built Upon A Shifting Quagmire. A Moment May Come, A Word Can Be Spoken, And Both You And All This Splendor Will Collapse.