Humankind Cannot Stand Reality.

What Have We Given? My Friend, Blood Shaking My Heart The Awful Daring Of A Moment's Surrender Which An Age Of Prudence Can Never Retract By This, And This Only, We Have Existed.

The Only Way Of Expressing Emotion In The Form Of Art Is By Finding An "objective Correlative"; In Other Words, A Set Of Objects, A Situation, A Chain Of Events Which Shall Be The Formula For That Particular Emotion; Such That When The External Facts, Which Must Terminate In Sensory Experience, Are Given, The Emotion Is Immediately Evoked.

We Must Always Take Risks. That Is Our Destiny.

The Single Rose Is Now The Garden Where All Loves End

All Dash To And Fro In Motor Cars. Familiar With The Roads And Settled Nowhere.