Oh, Time Betrays Us. Time Is The

Love Needs The Stiffening Of Respect, The Give And Take Of Equality.

Everybody's Tragedy Is Somebody's Nuisance.

I Can't Think Why I Was Cursed With This Inordinate Desire To Write, If The High Gods Weren't Going To Give Me Some More Adquate Means Of Expressing Myself Than That Which My Present Pedestrian Prose Affords.

But Questioning Does Not Mean The End Of Loving, And Loving Does Not Mean The Abnegation Of Intelligence

Those Who Prepare For War Get It.