We Have To Hate Our Immediate Predecessors,

Happiness Was A Term Of Hypocrisy Used To Bluff Other People.

But I Like The Feel Of Men On Things, While They're Alive. There's A Feel Of Men About Trucks, Because They've Been Handled With Men's Hands, All Of Them.

The Human Consciousness Is Really Homogeneous. There Is No Complete Forgetting, Even In Death.

Every Man Has A Mob Self And An Individual Self, In Varying Proportions.

The Essential Function Of Art Is Moral. But A Passionate, Implicit Morality, Not Didactic. A Morality Which Changes The Blood, Rather Than The Mind.