Date: 1908, 1911
"The soul of a good man had become empty of all psychological content, of grounds and consequences; it has become a pure white slate, upon which fate writes its absurd command, and this command will be followed blindly, rashly, and fiercely to the end."
preview | full record— Lukács, Georg [György] (1885-1971)
Date: 1911
"A friend may almost literally pour out his soul into our waiting ears, or we may almost literally read it in his eyes."
preview | full record— Lewis, Edwin Herbert (1866-1938)
Date: 1912
"Who does not harbor in his breast / The fruitage of forbidden things / Culled from beauty's lips and heart, / And folded in between the leaves / Of memory's roll of reveries."
preview | full record— Beadle, Samuel Alfred (1857-1932)