When Eras Die, Their Legacies Are Left

Tender Are A Mother's Dreams, But Her Babe's Not What He Seems. See Him Plotting In His Mind To Grow Up Some Other Kind.

The Artistic Impulse Seems Not To Wish To Produce Finished Work. It Certainly Deserts Us Half-way, After The Idea Is Born; And If We Go On, It Is Labor.

The Real World Is Not Easy To Live In. It Is Rough; It Is Slippery. Without The Most Clear-eyed Adjustments We Fall And Get Crushed. A Man Must Stay Sober; Not Always, But Most Of The Time.

As To Modesty And Decency, If We Are Simians We Have Done Well, Considering: But If We Are Something Else-fallen Angels-we Have Indeed Fallen Far.

Too Many Moralists Begin With A Dislike Of Reality.