Good God, If Our Civilization Were To

The Movements Of Some More Little Red Birds In The Garden, Like Animated Rosebuds, Appeared Unbearably Jittery And Thievish. It Was As Though The Creatures Were Attached By Sensitive Wires To His Nerves.

How Shall The Murdered Man Convince His Assassin He Will Not Haunt Him.

Only Against Death Does Man Cry Out In Vain.

How Alike Are The Groans Of Love To Those Of The Dying.

Muzzle A Dog And He Will Bark Out Of The Other End.