It Is So Much Easier To Live

The Pitch To Which He Was Aroused Was Tremendous. All The Fighting Blood Of His Breed Was Up In Him And Surging Through Him. This Was Living., Though He Did Not Know It. He Was Realizing His Own Meaning In The World; He Was Doing That For Which He Was Made.... He Was Justifying His Existence, Than Which Life Can Do No Greater; For Life Achieves Its Summit When It Does To The Uttermost That Which It Was Equipped To Do.

I Love The Flesh. I'm A Pagan. "who Are They Who Speak Evil Of The Clay? The Very Stars Are Made Of Clay Like Mine!"

Desire Is A Pain Which Seeks Easement Through Possession.

The Ghostly Winter Silence Had Given Way To The Great Spring Murmur Of Awakening Life.

Man Rarely Places A Proper Valuation Upon His Womankind, At Least Not Until Deprived Of Them.