Life was a funny thing that happened to me on the way to the grave.
A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty the contemplation of mystery or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.
War is the supreme drama of a completely mechanized society.
The artist does not illustrate science (but) he frequently responds to the...
However far modern science and techniques have fallen short of their inherent...
Madam C. J. Walker (1867-1919) was “the first Black woman...
It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as...
True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally...
