I Was Weeping Again, Drunk On The

His Wings Were Failing, But He Refused To Fall Without A Struggle.

Because You Took Advantage Of My Disadvantage.

It Is Strange That The Tactile Sense, Which Is So Infinitely Less Precious To Men Than Sight, Becomes At Critical Moments Our Main, If Not Only, Handle To Reality.

Nothing Is More Exhilarating Than Philistine Vulgarity.

Discussion In Class, Which Means Letting Twenty Young Blockheads And Two Cocky Neurotics Discuss Something That Neither Their Teacher Nor They Know.