To Rejoice In Life, To Find The

The Anthropologists Are Busy, Indeed, And Ready To Transport Us Back Into The Savage Forest Where All Human Things ... Have Their Beginnings; But The Seed Never Explains The Flower.

A Word Is No Light Matter. Words Have With Truth Been Called Fossil Poetry, Each, That Is, A Symbol Of A Creative Thought.

Ages Of Faith And Of Unbelief Are Always Said To Mark The Course Of History.

The Fullness Of Life Is In The Hazards Of Life.

The Greater The Suffering Depicted, The More Terrible The Events, The More Intense Our Pleasure.