Whoever Has Not Felt The Danger Of

Poetry Has Become The Higher Algebra Of Metaphors.

Our Firmest Convictions Are Apt To Be The Most Suspect; They Mark Our Limitations And Our Bounds. Life Is A Petty Thing Unless It Is Moved By The Indomitable Urge To Extend Its Boundaries.

Man Has To Live With The Body And Soul Which Have Fallen To Him By Chance.

The Characteristic Of The Hour Is That The Commonplace Mind, Knowing Itself To Be Commonplace, Has The Assurance To Proclaim The Rights Of The Commonplace And To Impose Them Wherever It Will.

It Would Be A Piece Of Ingenuousness To Accuse The Man Of Today Of His Lack Of Moral Code. The Accusation Would Leave Him Cold, Or Rather, Would Flatter Him. Immoralism Has Become A Commonplace, And Anybody And Everybody Boasts Of Practising It.