When The State Withers, Humanity Flowers.

We Can Destroy What We Have Written, But We Cannot Unwrite It.

Art Is Rare And Sacred And Hard Work, And There Ought To Be A Wall Of Fire Around It.

You Don't Say, 'i've Done It!' You Come, With A Kind Of Horrible Desperation, To Realize That This Will Do.

The Aura Of The Theocratic Death Penalty For Adultery Still Clings To America, Even Outside New England, And Multiple Divorce, Which Looks To The European Like Serial Polygamy, Is The Moral Solution To The Problem Of The Itch. Love Comes Into It Too, Of Course, But In Europe We Tend To See Marital Love As An Eternity Which Encompasses Hate And Also Indifference: When We Promise To Love We Really Mean That We Promise To Honor A Contract. Americans, Seeming To Take Marriage With Not Enough Seriousness, Are Really Taking Love And Sex With Too Much.

Blockbusting Fiction Is Bought As Furniture. Unread, It Maintains Its Value. Read, It Looks Like Money Wasted. Cunningly, Americans Know That Books Contain A Person, And They Want The Person, Not The Book.