It [love] Is A Disease To Be

I Am An Anarchist In Politics And An Impressionist In Art As Well As A Symbolist In Literature. Not That I Understand What These Terms Mean, But I Take Them To Be All Merely Synonyms Of Pessimist.

One Could Not Stay A Month Without Loving The Shabby Town

If Thought Is Capable Of Being Classed With Electricity, Or Will With Chemical Affinity, As A Mode Of Motion, It Seems Necessary To Fall At Once Under The Second Law Of Thermodynamics As One Of The Energies Which Most Easily Degrades Itself, And, If Not Carefully Guarded, Returns Bodily To The Cheaper Form Called Heat. Of All Possible Theories, This Is Likely To Prove The Most Fatal To Professors Of History.

The Virgin Filled So Enormous A Space In The Life And Thought Of The Time That One Stands Now Helpless Before The Mass Of Testimony To Her Direct Action And Constant Presence In Every Moment And Form Of The Illusion Which Men Thought They Thought Their Existence.

A Boy's Will Is His Life, And He Dies When It Is Broken, As The Colt Dies In Harness, Taking A New Nature In Becoming Tame.