The Perfect Bureaucrat Everywhere Is

Nothing A Man Writes Can Please Him As Profoundly As Something He Does With His Back, Shoulders And Hands. For Writing Is An Artificial Activity. It Is A Lonely And Private Substitute For Conversation.

Although Birds Coexist With Us On This Eroded Planet, They Live Independently Of Us With A Self-sufficiency That Is Almost A Rebuke. In The World Of Birds A Symposium On The Purpose Of Life Would Be Inconceivable. They Do Not Need It. We Are Not That Self-reliant. We Are The Ones Who Have Lost Our Way.

Poetry Is As Vital To Thinking As Knowledge.

In The 1920s Dramatists Attacked Their Subjects As If The Inequities Could Be Resolved. Some Of The Traditional Optimism Of America Lurked Behind Most Of The Early Plays. But Not Now. There Is No Conviction Now That The Problem Will Be Solved.

Everyone In Daily Life Carries Such A Heavy Mixed Burden On His Own Conscience That He Is Reluctant To Penalize Those Who Have Been Caught.