Is It Really Beyond Our Wits To

Nothing Lasts. Not Even A Great Sorrow.

The Sex Even In Serious Pornography Has Less Singularity Than The Mating Of Squirrels.

Sadistic Literature Is Not Only Inhumane. It Is Anti-human.

Very Rare, The Intelligence Of The Heart. The Intelligence Of The Whimsical Brain Is Less Rare, Less Attaching, Sometimes Tedious.

War, For Any Cause, Is Inexcusable. There Is Nothing Which Excuses Us For The Beastly Ingenuity Of Our Wars. Only Fools, Only The Diseased, Think That We Are Served By Killing The Strong Young Men With Machines.