I Could Write Stories Just As Rotten.

Even Theories Must Have Foundations.

When Tarzan Killed He More Often Smiled Than Scowled, And Smiles Are The Foundation Of Beauty.

Death, Only, Renders Hope Futile.

Could It Be That There Were Other Things More Desirable Than Cold Logic And Undefiled Brain Power?

They Say That None Of Us Exists, Except In The Imagination Of His Fellows, Other Than As An Intangible, Invisible Mentality.