Truth ... Is A Breath,

Over The River A Golden Ray Of Sun Came Through The Hosts Of Leaden Rain Clouds.

A Man With A Full Stomach And The Respect Of His Fellows Had No Business To Scold About Anything That He Might Think To Be Wrong In The Ways Of The Universe, Or Even With The Ways Of Society. Let The Unfortunates Rail; The Others May Play Marbles.

Such An Assemblage Of The Spraddle-legged Men Of The Middle Class, Whose Hands Were Bent And Shoulders Stooped From Delving And Constructing, Had Never Appeared To An Asbury Park Summer Crowd, And The Latter Was Vaguely Amused.

Every Sin Is The Result Of Collaboration.

Sometimes, The Most Profound Of Awakenings Come Wrapped In The Quietest Of Moments.