I Know Sage, Wormwood, And Hyssop, But

Man Is At The Nadir Of His Stregth When The Earth, The Seas, The Mountains Are Not In Him, For Without Them His Soul Is Unsourced, And He Has No Images By Which To Abide.

To Write Is A Humiliation.

Genius, Like Truth, Has A Shabby And Neglected Mien.

Utility Is Our National Shibboleth: The Savior Of The American Businessman Is Fact And His Uterine Half-brother, Statistics.

Man Pines To Live But Cannot Endure The Days Of His Life.