The Modern Masters Promise Very

Oh! Stars And Clouds And Winds, Ye Are All About To Mock Me; If Ye Really Pity Me, Crush Sensation And Memory; Let Me Become As Nought; But If Not, Depart, Depart, And Leave Me In Darkness.

His Conversation Was Marked By Its Happy Abundance.

If Our Impulses Were Confined To Hunger, Thirst, And Desire, We Might Be Nearly Free; But Now We Are Moved By Every Wind That Blows And A Chance Word Or Scene That That Word May Convey To Us.

I Am Malicious Because I Am Miserable

All Judges Had Rather That Ten Innocent Should Suffer Than That One Guilty Should Escape.