So, Two Cheers For Democracy: One Because

The Emotions May Be Endless. The More We Express Them, The More We May Have To Express.

But This Time I'm Not To Blame; I Want You To Believe That. I Simply Slipped Into Those Violets. No, I Want To Be Really Truthful. I Am A Little To Blame. The Sky, You Know, Was Gold, And The Ground All Blue, And For A Moment He Looked Like Some One In A Book.

Creative Writers Are Always Greater Than The Causes That They Represent.

Man Has To Pick Up The Use Of His Functions As He Goes Along- Especially The Function Of Love.

Do You Suppose There's Any Difference Between Spring In Nature And Spring In Man? But There We Go, Praising The One And Condemning The Other As Improper, Ashamed That The Same Laws Work Eternally Through Both.