This Ain't A War... It's A Goddam

In The Last Twenty-five Years A Change Has Come Over The Visual Habits Of Americans . . . From Being A Wordminded People We Are Becoming An Eyeminded People.

The World's Becoming A Museum Of Socialist Failures.

I Dont Think There Is Anything On Earth More Wonderful Than Those Wistful Incomplete Friendships One Makes Now And Then In An Hour's Talk. You Never See The People Again, But The Lingering Sense Of Their Presence In The World Is Like The Glow Of An Unseen City At Night--makes You Feel The Teemingness Of It All.

If I Were Sufficiently Romantic I Suppose I'd Have Killed Myself Long Ago Just To Make People Talk About Me. I Haven't Even Got The Conviction To Make A Successful Drunkard.

Isn't It Curious How Completely Ignorant We All Are Of The Most Important Part Of Our Bodily Mechanism. It Is Really Criminal. Yet There Is No Nation In The World That Doesnt Surround Sex With Fantastic Walls. Of Course Ours Are Sillier Than Any-but Not Much.