Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It

Death Is Beautiful. It Alone Gives Love Its True Habitat.

We Poison Our Lives With Fear Of Burglary And Shipwreck, And, Ask Anyone, The House Is Never Burgled, And The Ship Never Goes Down.

It Takes A Certain Courage And A Certain Greatness Even To Be Truly Base.

The True Masters Of The Art Of Living Are Already Happy.

An Ugly Sight, A Man Who Is Afraid.