Disastrous would have been the result if a fire or a death had suddenly demanded something heroic of human nature, but tragedies come in the hungry hours.

My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.

She thought there were no Gods; no one was to blame; and so she evolved this atheist's religion of doing good for the sake of goodness.

To enjoy freedom we have to control ourselves.

Come indoors then, and open the books on your library shelves. For you have a library and a good one. A working library, a living library; a library where nothing is chained down and nothing is locked up; a library where the songs of the singers rise naturally from the lives of the livers.

First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.

Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning?