He Was A Natural, And In The

We Must Discover Security Within Ourselves.

During The Last Years Of Mayakovski's Life, When All Poetry Had Ceased To Exist . . . Literature Had Stopped.

Immensely Grateful, Touched, Proud, Astonished, Abashed.

All Mothers Are Mothers Of Great People, And It Is Not Their Fault That Life Later Disappoints Them.

Art Has Two Constant, Two Unending Concerns: It Always Meditates On Death And Thus Always Creates Life. All Great, Genuine Art Resembles And Continues The Revelation Of St John.