When Socialism Comes, It May Be In

There Was A Knight Came Riding By In Early Spring, When The Roads Were Dry; And He Heard That Lady Sing At The Noon, Two Red Roses Across The Moon.

The Greatest Foe To Art Is Luxury, Art Cannot Live In Its Atmosphere.

I Do Not Want Art For A Few Any More Than Education For A Few, Or Freedom For A Few.

History Has Remembered The Kings And Warriors, Because They Destroyed; Art Has Remembered The People, Because They Created.

I Pondered All These Things, And How Men Fight And Lose The Battle, And The Thing That They Fought For Comes About In Spite Of Their Defeat, And When It Comes Turns Out Not To Be What They Meant, And Other Men Have To Fight For What They Meant Under Another Name.