We Don’t Ask To Be Eternal Beings.

The Machine Does Not Isolate Man From The Great Problems Of Nature But Plunges Him More Deeply Into Them.

How Is It Possible For One To Own The Stars?" "to Whom Do They Belong?" The Businessman Retorted, Peevishly. "i Don't Know. To Nobody.

Each Man Carries Within Him The Soul Of A Poet Who Died Young.

She Knew This Man's Smile, His Gentle Ways Of Love, But Not His Godlike Fury In The Storm. She Might Snare Him In A Fragile Net Of Music, Love And Flowers, But, At Each Departure, He Would Break Forth Without, It Seemed To Her, The Least Regret.

Treason Implies Responsibility For Something, Control Over Something, Influence Upon Something, Knowledge Of Something. Treason In Our Time Is A Proof Of Genius. Why, I Want To Know, Are Not Traitors Decorated?