A Tragic Writer Does Not Have To

If We Do Not Permit The Earth To Produce Beauty And Joy, It Will In The End Not Produce Food, Either.

August Creates As She Slumbers, Replete And Satisfied.

Man Is The Only One In Whom The Instinct Of Life Falters Long Enough To Enable It To Ask The Question "why?

The Grand Paradox Of Our Society Is This: We Magnify Man’s Right But We Minimize His Capacities.

Being The Inventor Of Sex Would Seem To Be A Sufficient Distinction For A Creature Just Barely Large Enough To Be Seen By The Naked Eye.