Morality, When Formal, Devours.

Maman Died Today. Or Yesterday Maybe, I Don't Know. I Got A Telegram From The Home: 'mother Deceased. Funeral Tomorrow. Faithfully Yours.' That Doesn't Mean Anything. Maybe It Was Yesterday.

Once Crime Was As Solitary As A Cry Of Protest; Now It Is As Universal As Science. Yesterday It Was Put On Trial; Today It Determines The Law.

Art Does Not Tolerate Reason.

At One Time Or Another All Normal People Have Wished Their Loved Ones Were Dead.

What Is Called A Reason For Living Is Also An Excellent Reason For Dying.