But why wasn't I born, alas, in an age of Adjectives; why can one no longer write of silver-shedding Tears and moon-tailed Peacocks, of eloquent Death, of the Negro and star-enameled Night?
Logan Pearsall SmithThe mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.
Logan Pearsall SmithWhen they come downstairs from their Ivory Towers, idealists are very apt to walk straight into the gutter.
Logan Pearsall SmithThose who set out to serve both God and Mammon soon discover that there isn't a God.
Logan Pearsall Smith