In Fact, The Whole Thing About Prohibition

I Love America, But I Don't Like It.

Funny How The World Always Praises Its Opera-singers So Much And Pays 'em So Well And Then Starves Its Shoemakers, And Yet It Needs Good Shoes So Much More Than It Needs Opera--or War Or Fiction.

Our American Professors Like Their Literature Clear And Cold And Pure And Very Dead.

Is It Possible That Nobody Has Ever Known That There Never Has Been A Completely Civilized Man, And Won't Be For Another Thousand Years?

I Think Perhaps We Want A More Conscious Life. We're Tired Of Drudging And Sleeping And Dying. We're Tired Of Seeing Just A Few People Able To Be Individualists. We're Tired Of Always Deferring Hope Till The Next Generation. We're Tired Of Hearing Politicians And Priests And Cautious Reformers... Coax Us, 'be Calm! Be Patient! Wait! We Have The Plans For A Utopia Already Made; Just Wiser Than You.' For Ten Thousand Years They've Said That. We Want Our Utopia Now — And We're Going To Try Our Hands At It.