What Monster Have We Here? A Great

Don't Get Me Wrong-painting's All Right. But Now That We Have Photography, What's The Point?

The Charm, One Might Say The Genius, Of Memory Is That It Is Choosy, Chancy And Temperamental.

O Death, O Beyond, Thou Art Sweet, Thou Art Strange!

Truth Outlives Pain, As The Soul Does Life.

The Man, Most Man, Works Best For Men, And, If Most Men Indeed, He Gets His Manhood Plainest From His Soul: While, Obviously, This Stringent Soul Itself Obeys Our Old Rules Of Development; The Spirit Ever Witnessing In Ours, And Love, The Soul Of Soul, Within The Soul, Evolving It Sublimely.