Love Compels Cruelty To Those Who Do

Talent Imitates, But Genius Steals.

The Tiger Springs In The New Year. Us He Devours.

The Civil War Is Not Ended: I Question Whether Any Serious Civil War Ever Does End.

The Nightingales Are Singing Near The Convent Of The Sacred Heart, And Sang Within The Bloody Wood When Agamemnon Cried Aloud, And Let Their Liquid Siftings Fall To Stain The Stiff Dishonored Shroud.

Tradition: How The Vitality Of The Past Enriches The Life Of The Present.