The Martyr Cannot Be Dishonored. Every Lash

The Astonishment Of Life Is The Absence Of Any Appearances Of Reconciliation Between The Theory And The Practice Of Life.

Very Few Of Our Race Can Be Said To Be Yet Finished Men. We Still Carry Sticking To Us Some Remains Of The Preceding Inferior Quadruped Organization. We Call These Millions Men; But They Are Not Yet Men. Half-engaged In The Soil, Pawing To Get Free, Man Needs All The Music That Can Be Brought To Disengage Him.

You Must Hear The Birds Song Without Attempting To Render It Into Nouns And Verbs.

Men Over Forty Are No Judges Of A Book Written In A New Spirit.

We Know More From Nature Than We Can At Will Communicate.