Some Truths Are Seen Better Through Tears.

The Love Of Americans For Their Country Is Not An Indulgent, It Is An Exacting And Chastising Love; They Cannot Tolerate Its Defects.

The More The Poet Grows, The Deeper The Level Of Creative Intuition Descends Into The Density Of His Soul. Where Formerly He Could Be Moved To Song, He Can Do Nothing Now, He Must Dig Deeper.

Since Art Is A Virtue Of The Intellect, It Demands To Communicate With The Entire Universe Of The Intellect. Hence It Is That The Normal Climate Of Art Is Intelligence And Knowledge: Its Normal Soil, The Civilized Heritage Of A Consistent And Integrated System Of Beliefs And Values; Its Normal Horizon , The Infinity Of Human Experience Enlighted By The Passionate Insight Of Anguish Or The Intellectual Virtues Of A Contemplative Mind.

The Sole Philosophy Open To Those Who Doubt The Possibility Of Truth Is Absolute Silence -- Even Mental.

There Is No Question That The Language Of "felt Thought" Must Be Quarried From Our Personal Depths. Like The Best Gold, It Does Not Lie On The Surface.