The Evening Papers Print What They Do

Perhaps This Is An Age When Men Think Bravely Of The Human Spirit; For Surely They Have A Strange Lust To Lay It Bare.

America Is Still A Government Of The Naive, For The Naive, And By The Naive. He Who Does Not Know This, Nor Relish It, Has No Inkling Of The Nature Of His Country.

Only The Sinner Has The Right To Preach.

The Greatest Poem Ever Known Is One All Poets Have Outgrown: The Poetry, Innate, Untold, Of Being Only Four Years Old.

It's A Good Thing To Turn Your Mind Upside Down Now And Then, Like An Hour-glass, To Let The Particles Run The Other Way.