He That Would Eat Of Love Must

I Know, But I Do Not Approve. And I Am Not Resigned.

I Love Humanity But I Hate People.

We Are All Ruled In What We Do By Impulses; And These Impulses Are So Organized That Our Actions In General Serve For Our Self Preservation And That Of The Race.

How Strange A Thing Is Death, Bringing To His Knees, Bringing To His Antlers The Buck In The Snow . . . Life, Looking Out Attentive From The Eyes Of The Doe.

Life Has No Friend.