I Have Other Duties Equally Sacred ...

The Starving Poet Business Is No Good Nowadays.

Nothing Is Impossible That One Desires With An Indomitable Will.

But I Almost Think We Are All Of Us Ghosts. It Is Not Only What We Have Inherited From Our Father And Mother That “walks” In Us. It Is All Sorts Of Dead Ideas, And Lifeless Old Beliefs, And So Forth. They Have No Vitality, But They Cling To Us All The Same, And We Cannot Shake Them Off. Whenever I Take Up A Newspaper, I Seem To See Ghosts Gliding Between The Lines.

...every Man Shares The Responsibility And The Guilt Of The Society To Which He Belongs.

Oh, Life Would Be All Right If We Didn't Have To Put Up With These Damned Creditors Who Keep Pestering Us With The Demands Of Their Ideals.