No Facts To Me Are Sacred; None

Money Is The Representative Of A Certain Quantity Of Corn Or Other Commodity. It Is So Much Warmth, So Much Bread.

The Experience Of Each New Age Requires A New Confession, And The World Seems Always Waiting For Its Poet

Who Looks Upon A River In A Meditative Hour And Is Not Reminded Of The Flux Of All Things?

It Is The Secret Of The World That All Things Subsist And Do Not Die, But Only Retire A Little From Sight And Afterward Return Again.

A Woman Should Always Challenge Our Respect, And Never Move Our Compassion.