If I Were Sufficiently Romantic I Suppose

To Fight Oppression, And To Work As Best We Can For A Sane Organization Of Society, We Do Not Have To Abandon The State Of Mind Offreedom. If We Do That We Are Letting The Same Thuggery In By The Back Door That We Are Fighting Off In Front Of The House.

If There Is A Special Hades For Writers Is Would Be In The Forced Contemplation Of Their Own Works.

A Man Is Never More His Single Separate Self Than When He Sets Out On A Journey.

The Man Who Invented Eskimo Pie Made A Million Dollars, So One Is Told, But E.e. Cummings, Whose Verse Has Been Appearing Off Andon For Three Years Now, And Whose Experiments Should Not Be More Appalling To Those Interested In Poetry Than The Experiment Of Surrounding Ice-cream With A Layer Of Chocolate Was To Those Interested In Soda Fountains, Has Hardly Made A Dent In The Doughy Minds Of Our So-called Poetry Lovers.

In Certain Savage Tribes In New Guinea, They Put The Old People Up In The Trees And Shake Them Once A Year In The Spring; If They Don't Fall Out They Let Them Live Another Year.