Early Morning Does Not Mince Words.

Justice Is A Machine That, When Some One Has Once Given It The Starting Push, Rolls On Of Itself.

Summer — Summer — Summer! The Soundless Footsteps On The Grass!

He Was Afflicted By The Thought That Where Beauty Was, Nothing Ever Ran Quite Straight, Which No Doubt, Was Why So Many People Looked On It As Immoral.

Not The Least Hard Thing To Bear When They Go From Us, These Quiet Friends, Is That They Carry Away With Them So Many Years Of Our Own Lives.

Only Out Of Stir And Change Is Born New Salvation. To Deny That Is To Deny Belief In Man, To Turn Our Backs On Courage!