Isn’t Every Human Being Both A Scientist

By Some Chance, Here They Are, All On This Earth; And Who Shall Ever Tell The Sorrow Of Being On This Earth, Lying, On Quilts, On The Grass In A Summer Evening, Among The Sounds Of The Night. May God Bless My People, My Uncle, My Aunt, My Mother, My Good Father, Oh, Remember Them Kindly In Their Time Of Trouble; And In The Hour Of Their Taking Away.

Seems As Unfounded ... To Say There Isn't A God As To Say There Is.

Isn’t Every Human Being Both A Scientist And An Artist; And In Writing Of Human Experience, Isn’t There A Good Deal To Be Said For Recognizing That Fact And For Using Both Methods?

A Mother Never Realizes That Her Children Are No Longer Children.

A Girl's Brain Is Mysterious, But Only In A Superficial Way-a Way Very Exasperating To Me.