In The Image Of The Lion Made

Literary History Is The Great Morgue Where All Seek The Dead Ones Whom They Love, Or To Whom They Are Related.

Every Woman Is The Gift Of A World To Me.

Reform Judaism Is Like Mock Turtle Soup-turtle Soup Without The Turtle

I Do Not Know If She Was Virtuous, But She Was Ugly, And With A Woman That Is Half The Battle.

High In The Air Rises The Forest Of Oaks, High Over The Oaks Soar The Eagle, High Over The Eagle Sweep The Clouds, High Over The Clouds Gleam The Stars... High Over The Stars Sweep The Angels.