What A Woman Thinks Of Women Is

The Stench Of The Trail Of Ego In Our History. It Is Ego - Ego, The Fountain Cry, Origin, Sole Source Of War.

Behold The Life At Ease; It Drifts, The Sharpened Life Commands Its Course.

Published Memoirs Indicate The End Of A Man's Activity, And That He Acknowledges The End.

Days, When The Ball Of Our Vision Had Eagles That Flew Unabashed To Sun; When The Graps On The Bow Was Decision, And Arrow And Hand And Eye Were One; When The Pleasures, Like Waves To A Swimmer, Came Heaving For Rapture Ahead! - Invoke Them, They Dwindle, They Glimmer As Lights Over Mounds Of The Dead.

Kissing Don't Last: Cookery Do!