I Would Not Come In. I Meant

I Hold It To Be The Inalienable Right Of Anybody To Go To Hell In His Own Way.

You've Often Heard Me Say - Perhaps Too Often - That Poetry Is What Is Lost In Translation. It Is Also What Is Lost In Interpretation. That Little Poem Means Just What It Says And It Says What It Means, Nothing Less But Nothing More.

The Test Is Always How We Treat The Poor.

Summoning Artists To Participate In The August Occasions Of The State Seems Something Artists Ought To Celebrate. Today Is For My Cause A Day Of Days.

Not To Sink Under Being Man And Wife, But Get Some Color And Music Out Of Life?