Every Man With An Idea Has At

In The 1920s Dramatists Attacked Their Subjects As If The Inequities Could Be Resolved. Some Of The Traditional Optimism Of America Lurked Behind Most Of The Early Plays. But Not Now. There Is No Conviction Now That The Problem Will Be Solved.

Nothing A Man Writes Can Please Him As Profoundly As Something He Does With His Back, Shoulders And Hands. For Writing Is An Artificial Activity. It Is A Lonely And Private Substitute For Conversation.

Everyone In Daily Life Carries Such A Heavy Mixed Burden On His Own Conscience That He Is Reluctant To Penalize Those Who Have Been Caught.

Land Was Created To Provide A Place For Boats To Visit.

Writing Is Not An End In Itself But Life Transmuted Into Radiance.