There Never Was A War That Was

At All Events There Is In Brooklyn Something That Makes Me Feel At Home.

The Passion For Setting People Right Is In Itself An Afflictive Disease.

There Is A Great Amount Of Poetry In Unconscious Fastidiousness.

Men Are Monopolists Of "stars, Garters, Buttons And Other Shining Baubles"- Unfit To Be The Guardians Of Another Person's Happiness.

I Wonder What Adam And Eve Think Of It By This Time.