I Wonder More And More Just Where

For When A Woman Is Left Too Much Alone, Sooner Or Later She Begins To Think; And No Man Knows What Then She May Discover.

Where's The Need Of Singing Now?

Pity Is Like A Knife, Sometimes, And It May Pierce One Who Employs It More Shrewdly Than The Victim It Would Save.

And Thus We All Are Nighing The Truth We Fear To Know: Death Will End Our Crying For Friends That Come And Go.

It Is Impossible To Understand The Economic System In Which We Are Living If We Try To Interpret It As A Rational Scheme.it Has To Be Understood As An Awkward Phase In A Continuing Process Of Historical Development.