Science Rushes Headlong, Without Selectivity, Without "taste,"

The Happiness Of Man Is: I Will. The Happiness Of Woman Is: He Wills. 'behold , Just Now The World ... Entire Love. And Woman Must Obey And Find A Depth For Her Surface. Surface Is The Disposition Of Woman: A Mobile, Stormy Film Over Shallow Water. Man's Disposition, However, Is Deep; His River Roars In Subterranean Caves: Woman Feels His Strength But Does Not Comprehend It.

By Means Of Music The Very Passions, Enjoy Themselves.

The Grand Style Arises When Beauty Wins A Victory Over The Monstrous.

Love Is More Afraid Of Change Than Destruction.

With Sturdy Shoulders, Space Stands Opposing All Its Weight To Nothingness. Where Space Is, There Is Being.