I Don't Like Human Nature, But I

The Older I Grow The More Earnestly I Feel That The Few Joys Of Childhood Are The Best That Life Has To Give.

But, Of Course Only Morons Would Ever Think Or Speak Of Themselves As Intellectuals. That's Why They All Look So Sad.

Spring Was Running In A Thin Green Flame Over The Valley.

...america Has Enjoyed The Doubtful Blessing Of A Single-track Mind. We Are Able To Accommodate, At A Time, Only One National Hero; And We Demand That That Hero Shall Be Uniform And Invincible. As A Literate People We Are Preoccupied, Neither With The Race Nor The Individual, But With The Type. Yesterday, We Romanticized The "tough Guy;" Today, We Are Romanticizing The Underprivileged, Tough Or Tender; Tomorrow, We Shall Begin To Romanticize The Pure Primitive.

For Me, The Novel Is Experience Illumined By Imagination.