Does God Judge Us By Appearances? I

We Who Must Die Demand A Miracle. How Could The Eternal Do A Temporal Act, The Infinite Become A Finite Fact? Nothing Can Save Us That Is Possible: We Who Must Die Demand A Miracle.

You Must Go To Bed With Friends Or Whores, Where Money Makes Up The Difference In Beauty Or Desire.

As A Poet, There Is Only One Political Duty, And That Is To Defend One's Language From Corruption.

Between Friends Differences In Taste Or Opinion Are Irritating In Direct Proportion To Their Triviality.

Machines Are Beneficial To The Degree That They Eliminate The Need For Labor, Harmful To The Degree That They Eliminate The Need For Skill.