... The Life Of The Mind Is

Pessimism Is The Affectation Of Youth, The Reality Of Age.

Mediocrity Would Always Win By Force Of Numbers, But It Would Win Only More Mediocrity.

I Ain't Never Seen No Head So Level That It Could Bear The Lettin' In Of Politics.

When This Immediate Evil Power Has Been Defeated, We Shall Not Yet Have Won The Long Battle With The Elemental Barbarities. Another Hitler, It May Be An Invisible Adversary, Will Attempt, Again, And Yet Again, To Destroy Our Frail Civilization. Is It True, I Wonder, That The Only Way To Escape A War Is To Be In It? When One Is A Part Of An Actuality Does The Imagination Find A Release?

I Had No Place In Any Coterie, Or In Any Reciprocal Self-advertising. I Stood Alone. I Stood Outside. I Wanted Only To Learn. I Wanted Only To Write Better.