America Is A Lunatic Asylum.

As For Literature It Gives No Man A Sinecure. And No One Knows, At Sight, A Masterpiece. And Give Up Verse, My Boy, There's Nothing In It.

Poetry Is About As Much A 'criticism Of Life' As Red-hot Iron Is A Criticism Of Fire.

The What Is So Much More Important Than How.

'tis Not Need We Know Our Every Thought Or See The Work Shop Where Each Mask Is Wrought Wherefrom We View The World Of Box And Pit, Careless Of Wear, Just So The Mask Shall Fit And Serve Our Jape's Turn For A Night Or Two.

No Teacher Has Ever Failed From Ignorance. That Is Empiric Professional Knowledge. Teachers Fail Because They Cannot `handle The Class.' Real Education Must Ultimately Be Limited To Men How Insist On Knowing, The Rest Is Mere Sheep-herding.