What I'm Saying In My

To The Soul's Desires The Body Listens What The Flesh Requires Keeps The Heart Imprisoned

Humans Live Best When Each Has His Place, When Each Knows Where He Belongs In The Scheme Of Things. Destroy The Place And Destroy The Person.

The Summer Night Comes Brooding Down On Earth, As Love Comes Brooding Down On Human Hearts, With Bliss That Hath No Utterance Save Rich Tears. She Floats In Fragrance Down The Smiling Dark, Foldeth A Kiss Upon The Lips Of Life-- Curtaineth Into Rest The Weary World-- And Shuts Us In With All Our Hid Delights.

It Was Mostly Sweet," He Whispered, "and You Were The Sweetest Of All.

No Matter How Exotic Human Civilization Becomes, No Matter The Developments Of Life And Society Nor The Complexity Of The Machine/human Interface, There Always Come Interludes Of Lonely Power When The Course Of Humankind, The Very Future Of Humankind, Depends Upon The Relatively Simple Actions Of Single Individual.