America Is A Lunatic Asylum.

The Art Of Letters Will Come To An End Before A.d. 2000. I Shall Survive As A Curiosity.

Science Is Unpoetic Only To Minds Jaundiced With Sentiment And Romanticism . . . The Great Masters Of The Past Boasted All They Could Of It And Found It Magical.

I Think An Alliance With Stalin's Russia Is Rotten.

We Do Not Know The Past In Chronological Sequence. It May Be Convenient To Lay It Out Anesthetized On The Table With Dates Pasted On Here And There, But What We Know We Know By Ripples And Spirals Eddying Out From Us And From Our Own Time.

The Only History That Matters Is The History We Know.