I'm Sure There Are Writers Who Are

There Is A Kind Of Perverse Unity Forming Among Us, Born, I Think, Of The Discontent Of All Classes Of People With The Endless Frustration Of Life.

We Are What We Always Were In Salem, But Now The Little Crazy Children Are Jangling The Keys Of The Kingdom, And Common Vengeance Writes The Law!

Peace. It Is A Providence, And No Great Change; We Are Only What We Always Were, But Naked Now.

It May Be That Even If Half Consciously, We Choose Our Personalities To Maintain A Certain Saving Balance In The Family's Little Universe.

You Can't Eat The Orange And Throw The Peel Away - A Man Is Not A Piece Of Fruit.