Men Hate Those To Whom They Have

As For The Author, He Is Profoundly Unaware Of What The Classical Or Romantic Genre Might Consist Of.... In Literature, As In Allthings, There Is Only The Good And The Bad, The Beautiful And The Ugly, The True And The False.

Yes, The Brutalities Of Progress Are Called Revolutions

What Happened Between Those Two Beings? Nothing. They Were Adoring One Another.

Every Bird Which Flies Has The Thread Of The Infinite In Its Claw.

Daring Is The Price Of Progress. All Splendid Conquests Are The Prize Of Boldness, More Or Less.