I Was Oppressed With The Sensations I

The Assault Of Our Enemies Is Not Part Of Our Life; It Is Only Part Of Our Experience; We Throw It Off And Guard Ourselves Against It As Against Frost, Storm, Rain, Hail, Or Any Other Of The External Evils Which May Be Expected To Happen.

The Ideal Of Beauty Is Simplicity And Tranquility.

The New Vulcanism Is Really A Daring Attempt To Connect The Present, Incomprehensible World To A Past, Unknown One.

The Deed Is Everything, The Glory Is Naught.

All Of Us, Just Because We Are Able To Talk, Also Believe We Are Able To Talk About Language.