The Course Of Every Intellectual, If He

The Author Of The Iliad Is Either Homer Or, If Not Homer, Somebody Else Of The Same Name.

What A Gulf Between Impression And Expression! That’s Our Ironic Fate—to Have Shakespearean Feelings And (unless By Some Billion-to-one Chance We Happen To Be Shakespeare) To Talk About Them Like Automobile Salesmen Or Teen-agers Or College Professors. We Practice Alchemy In Reverse—touch Gold And It Turns Into Lead; Touch The Pure Lyrics Of Experience, And They Turn Into The Verbal Equivalents Of Tripe And Hogwash.

Consistency Is Contrary To Nature, Contrary To Life. The Only Completely Consistent People Are Dead.

We Shall Be Permitted To Live On This Planet Only For As Long As We Treat All Nature With Compassion And Intelligence.

The Silent Bear No Witness Against Themselves.