Without A Coca-cola Life Is Unthinkable.

And There Is A Time, Glorious Too In Its Own Way, When One Scarcely Exists, When One Is A Complete Void. I Mean, When Boredom Seems The Very Stuff Of Life.

It Is Our Destiny To Live With The Wrong As Well As The Right Kind Of Citizens, And To Learn From Them, The Wrong-minded Ones, As Much Or More As From Others. If We Have Not Yet Succeeded -after How Many Centuries?- In Eliminating From Life The Elements Which Plague Us Perhaps We Need To Question Life More Closely. Perhaps Our Refusal To Face Reality Is The Only Ill We Suffer From, And All The Rest But Illusion And Delusion. (p.26)

If The Poet Can No Longer Speak For Society, But Only For Himself, Then We Are At The Last Ditch.

Art Teaches Nothing, Except The Significance Of Life.

The Essential Thing Is To Want To Sing. This Then Is A Song. I Am Singing.