Though Life Is Very Glorious, It Is

A Poem Is True If It Hangs Together. Information Points To Something Else. A Poem Points To Nothing But Itself.

. . . Life Is Sometimes Life And Sometimes Only A Drama, And One Must Learn To Distinguish T'other From Which . . .

She Loved Him Absolutely, Perhaps For Half An Hour.

It Was Not That Ladies Were Inferior To Men; It Was That They Were Different. Their Mission Was To Inspire Others To Achievement Rather Than To Achieve Themselves. Indirectly, By Means Of Tact And A Spotless Name, A Lady Could Accomplish Much. But If She Rushed Into The Fray Herself She Would Be First Censured, Then Despised, And Finally Ignored.

I Am An Unspeakable Of The Oscar Wilde Sort.