One Must Live As If It Would

But It Is Not For The Perfect Vase Or The Polished Gem To Choose Their Owners.

The Perpetual Stream Of Human Nature Is Formed Into Ever-changing Shallows, Eddies, Falls And Pools By The Land Over Which It Passes. Perhaps The Only Real Value Of History Lies In Considering This Endlessly Varied Play Between The Essence And The Accidents.

Clouds Of Black Birds Rose Up Wailing And Screaming, Like The Thoughts Of My Heart.

Half The World's Troubles Come From Men Not Being Trained To Resent A Fallacy As Much As An Insult.

An Audience Of Twenty Thousand, Sitting On Its Hands, Could Not Have Produced Such An Echoing Silence.