Marxism Has Not Only Failed To Promote

I've Always Thought You Should Concentrate On Paddling Your Own Canoe.

There Is A Part Of Me In Every Character, Naturally. That's Why Novelists Rarely Write Good Autobiographies. You Start One And It Becomes Another Novel.

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.

Why, Lies Are Like A Sticky Juice Overspreading The World, A Living, Growing Flypaper To Catch And Gum The Wings Of Every Human Soul. . . And The Little Helpless Buzzings Of Honest, Liberal, Kindly People, Aren't They Like The Thin Little Noise Flies Make When They're Caught?

The Mind Cannot Support Moral Chaos For Long. Men Are Under As Strong A Compulsion To Invent An Ethical Setting For Their Behavior As Spiders Are To Weave Themselves Webs