I Cannot Believe Such Monstrous Energy Of

To Write With Taste, In The Highest Sense, Is To Write [...] So That No One Commits Suicide, No One Despairs; To Write [...] So That People Understand, Sympathize, See The Universality Of Pain, And Feel Strengthened, If Not Directly Encouraged To Live On. If There Is Good To Be Said, The Writer Should Say It. If There Is Bad To Be Said, He Should Say It In A Way That Reflects The Truth That, Though We See The Evil, We Choose To Continue Among The Living. The True Artist [...] Gets His Sense Of Worth And Honor From His Conviction That Art Is Powerful--

The True Artist Plays Mad With His Soul, Labors At The Very Lip Of The Volcano, But Remembers And Clings To His Purpose, Which Is As Strong As The Dream. He Is Not Someone Possessed, Like Cassandra, But A Passionate, Easily Tempted Explorer Who Fully Intends To Get Home Again, Like Odysseus.

Find A Pile Of Gold And Sit On It.

Great Things Happen Nationally When Topmost Leadership Is Goaded And Supported From Below.

When I Was A Child I Truly Loved: Unthinking Love As Calm And Deep As The North Sea. But I Have Lived, And Now I Do Not Sleep.