The Man Of Science Is Nothing If

Memoirs Are The Backstairs Of History.

And If I Drink Oblivion Of A Day, / So Shorten I The Stature Of My Soul.

The Man Or Country That Fights Priestcraft And Priests Is To My Mind Striking Deeper For Freedom Than Can Be Struck Anywhere.

George Eliot Has The Heart Of Sappho; But The Face, With The Long Proboscis, The Protruding Teeth Of The Apocalyptic Horse, Betrayed Animality.

She Poured A Little Social Sewage Into His Ears.