Truth Rings No Bells.

To Tell One Comprehensive Story Of How It Has Happened That What Is Is, One Which Shall Hold True, Come What May, Now-after - A Story That Whatever Comes Shall Perfectly Continue Or Confirm: Such Is The Ideal Motive Of Religions.

... Whatever Is Not Happening Now Is Unimportant; It Is Merely Curious.

I Met God. 'what,' He Said, 'you Already?' 'what,' I Said, 'you Still?

When Modernist Poetry, Or What Not So Long Ago Passed For Modernist Poetry, Can Reach The Stage Where The Following Piece By Mr. Ezra Pound Is Seriously Offered As A Poem, There Is Some Justification For The Plain Reader And Orthodox Critic Who Shrinks From Anything That May Be Labelled 'modernist' Either In Terms Of Condemnation Or Approbation. Better He Thinks, That Ten Authentic Poets Should Be Left For Posterity To Discover Than One Charlatan Should Be Allowed To Steal Into The Temple Of Fame.

Every Woman Must Live By Some Sense Of Victory Over Disappointments, And Olympias Was Not The Sort Of Woman To Find Compensation In Her Own Powers Of Self-control And Endurance.