I Believe In The Compelling

Depend On It, That From Every Condition Of Distress Or Evil There Is A Great Reaction, And The Greater The Evil Or Distress, The Greater The Reaction. If We Do Not Get A Reaction Quick, We Will Get It Long When It Does Come.

Our Civilization Is Still In A Middle Stage, Scarcely Beast, In That It Is No Longer Wholly Guided By Instinct; Scarcely Human, In That It Is Not Yet Wholly Guided By Reason.

Innate Sensuousness Rarely Has Any Desire For Accuracy, No Desire For Precise Information. It Basks In Sunshine, Bathes In Color, Dwells In A Sense Of The Impressive And The Gorgeous, And Rests There. Accuracy Is Not Necessary Except In The Case Of Aggressive, Acquisitive Natures, When It Manifests Itself In A Desire To Seize. True Controlling Sensuousness Cannot Be Manifested In The Most Active Dispositions, Nor Again In The Most Accurate.

How True It Is That Words Are But The Vague Shadows Of The Volumes We Mean.

Why Must Women Torment Me So?