At The Worst, A House Unkept Cannot

Why Is Humanity So Excessive In The Way It Does Things? The Golden Mean Seems Out Of Fashion.

The Position Of Women, That Sad And Well-nigh Universal Blot On Civilizations, Was Never Far From Her Mind.

The Poet Has To Make A Synthesis Out Of The Moral Life Of Our Time, And This Life Is Lived At This Moment On A Political Plane.

It Wasn't Really Touching To Be Young; It Was Touching Not To Be Young, Because You Had Less Of Life Left. Touching To Be Thirty; More Touching To Be Forty; Tragic To Be Fifty; And Heartbreaking To Be Sixty. As To Seventy, As To Eighty, One Would Feel As One Did During The Last Dance Of A Ball, Tired But Fey In The Paling Dawn, Desperately Making The Most Of Each Bar Of Music Before One Went Home To Bed.

Adultery Is A Meanness And A Stealing, A Taking Away From Someone What Should Be Theirs, A Great Selfishness, And Surrounded And Guarded By Lies Lest It Should Be Found Out. And Out Of Meanness And Selfishness And Lying Flow Love And Joy And Peace Beyond Anything That Can Be Imagined.