For My Own Purpose, I Defined The

The Age Is A Vociferous One, And No Prophet Is Without Honor Who Is Able To Strike An Attitude And To Speak Loud Enough To Make Himself Heard.

The Things I Feared Were Not In The Sky, But In The Nature And In The Touch Of Humanity. The Cruelty Of Children . . . The Blindness Of The Unpitiful - These Were My Terrors. But Not The Crash Of Thunder Overhead, Not The Bolts Of Fire From The Clouds.

Nothing Is More Consuming, Or More Illogical, Than The Desire For Remembrance.

It Was A Perfect Spring Afternoon, And The Air Was Filled With Vague, Roving Scents, As If The Earth Exhaled The Sweetness Of Hidden Flowers.

So Long As The Serpent Continues To Crawl On The Ground, The Primary Influence Of Woman Will Be Indirect.