April Prepares Her Green Traffic

My Prayer Is That What We Have Gone Through [world War One] Will Startle The World Into Some New Realization Of The Sanctity Of Life, Animal As Well As Human.

How Womanly It Is To Ask The Unanswerable At The Moment Impossible.

The Real Purpose Of Books Is To Trap The Mind Into Doing Its Own Thinking.

Truth Is The Ricochet Of A Prejudice Bouncing Off A Fact.

A Critic Is A Gong At A Railroad Crossing Clanging Loudly And Vainly As The Train Goes By.