Mother or Murderer, you have given or taken life - Now all is one!

Remember only this of our hopeless love That never till Time is done Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one.

Our hearts seemed safe in our breasts and sang to the Light - The marrow in the bone We dreamed was safe. . . the blood in the veins, the sap in the tree Were …

The flames of the heart consumed me, and the mind Is but a foolish wind.

Nature has not implanted any power in man that was not meant to be exercised at times, though too often our powers have been abused. The privilege, inborn and …

No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

That man can destroy life is just as miraculous a feat as that he can create it, for life is the miracle, the inexplicable. In the act of destruction, man sets…