Miserable Orpheus Who, Turning To Lose His

There Is No Suicide For Which All Society Is Not Responsible.

Vulgarity Is The Garlic In The Salad Of Charm.

Classical And Romantic: Private Language Of A Family Quarrel, A Dead Dispute Over The Distribution Of Emphasis Between Man And Nature.

The Dread Of Loneliness Is Greater Than The Fear Of Bondage, So We Get Married.

Words Today Are Like The Shells And Rope Of Seaweed Which A Child Brings Home Glistening From The Beach And Which In An Hour Have Lost Their Luster.