Cruelty, I Truly Believe, Is The One

To Mourn Was Distressing, But To Endeavor To Mourn And Fail Was Worse Than Distress.

Words, Like Acts, Become Stale When They Are Repeated.

America Has Enjoyed The Doubtful Blessing Of A Single-track Mind.

...america Has Enjoyed The Doubtful Blessing Of A Single-track Mind. We Are Able To Accommodate, At A Time, Only One National Hero; And We Demand That That Hero Shall Be Uniform And Invincible. As A Literate People We Are Preoccupied, Neither With The Race Nor The Individual, But With The Type. Yesterday, We Romanticized The "tough Guy;" Today, We Are Romanticizing The Underprivileged, Tough Or Tender; Tomorrow, We Shall Begin To Romanticize The Pure Primitive.

... Beauty, Like Ecstasy, Has Always Been Hostile To The Commonplace. And The Commonplace, Under Its Popular Label Of The Normal,has Been The Supreme Authority For Homo Sapiens Since The Days When He Was Probably Arboreal.