Slums May Well Be Breeding Grounds Of

Most People Do Not Believe In Anything Very Much And Our Greatest Poetry Is Given To Us By Those Who Do.

Civilization Is Maintained By A Very Few People In A Small Number Of Places And We Need Only Some Bombs And A Few Prisons To Blot It Out Altogether.

Miserable Orpheus Who, Turning To Lose His Eurydice, Beholds Her For The First Time As Well As The Last.

The True Function Of A Writer Is To Produce A Masterpiece And No Other Task Is Of Any Consequence.

That Sinister Stonehenge Of Economic Man, Rockefeller Center.