Of all the animals on earth, none is so brutish as man when he seeks the delirium of coition.
Edward DahlbergHardly a book of human worth, be it heaven's own secret, is honestly placed before the reader; it is either shunned, given a Periclean funeral oration in a hundred and fifty words, or interred in the potter's field of the newspapers back pages.
Edward DahlbergWe are a most solitary people, and we live, repelled by one another, in the gray, outcast cities of Cain.
Edward Dahlberg