The Curse Of Me And My Nation

In Our Time, The Curse Is Monetary Illiteracy, Just As Inability To Read Plain Print Was The Curse Of Earlier Centuries.

I Should Consent To Breed Under Pressure, If I Were Convinced In Any Way Of The Reasonableness Of Reproducing The Species. But My Nerves And The Nerves Of Any Woman I Could Live With Three Months, Would Produce Only A Victim... Lacking In Impulse, A Mere Bundle Of Discriminations. If I Were Wealthy I Might Subsidize A Stud Of Young Peasants, Or A Tribal Group In Tahiti.

America Is A Lunatic Asylum.

The Artist Is Always Beginning. Any Work Of Art Which Is Not A Beginning, An Invention, A Discovery Is Of Little Worth.

The Artist Is The Antenna Of The Race.