Man Hoards Himself When He Has Nothing

There Are Men That Are Birds, And Their Raiment Is Trembling Feathers, For They Show Their Souls To Everyone And Everything That Is Ungentle Or Untutored Or Evil Or Mockery Is As A Rude Stone Cast At Them, And They Suffer All Day Long, Or As Paul Remarks They Are Slain Every Moment.

The Bad Poet Is A Toady Mimicking Nature.

No Country Has Suffered So Much From The Ruins Of War While Being At Peace As The American.

Who Has Enough Credit In This World To Pay For His Mistakes?

We Are Always Talking About Being Together, And Yet Whatever We Invent Destroys The Family, And Makes Us Wild, Touchless Beasts Feeding On Technicolor Prairies And Rivers.