Order Is Not Pressure Which Is Imposed

In Order To Master The Unruly Torrent Of Life The Learned Man Meditates, The Poet Quivers, And The Political Hero Erects The Fortress Of His Will.

The Good Is, Like Nature, An Immense Landscape In Which Man Advances Through Centuries Of Exploration.

To Learn English You Must Begin By Thrusting The Jaw Forward, Almost Clenching The Teeth, And Practically Immbilizing The Lips. In This Way The English Produce The Series Of Unpleasant Little Mews Of Which Their Language Consists.

The Characteristic Of The Hour Is That The Commonplace Mind, Knowing Itself To Be Commonplace, Has The Assurance To Proclaim The Rights Of The Commonplace And To Impose Them Wherever It Will.

The Poet Begins Where The Man Ends. The Man's Lot Is To Live His Human Life, The Poet's To Invent What Is Nonexistent.