The Primary Pigment Of Poetry Is The

The Only History That Matters Is The History We Know.

All My Life I Believed I Knew Something. But Then One Strange Day Came When I Realized That I Knew Nothing, Yes, I Knew Nothing. And So Words Became Void Of Meaning. I Have Arrived Too Late At Ultimate Uncertainty.

The Only Thing One Can Give An Artist Is Leisure In Which To Work. To Give An Artist Leisure Is Actually To Take Part In His Creation.

Sovereignty Inheres In The Right To Issue Money. And The American Sovereignty Belongs By Right To The People, And Their Representatives In Congress Have The Right To Issue Money And To Determine The Value Thereof. And 120 Million, 120 Million Suckers Have Lamentably Failed To Insist On The Observation Of This Quite Decided Law. ... Now The Point At Which Embezzlement Of The Nation's Funds On The Part Of Her Officers Becomes Treason Can Probably Be Decided Only By Jurists, And Not By Hand-picked Judges Who Support Illegality.

We Live In An Age Of Science And Of Abundance. The Care And Reverence For Books As Such, Proper To An Age When No Book Was Duplicated Until Someone Took The Pains To Copy It Out By Hand, Is Obviously No Longer Suited To ’the Needs Of Society’, Or To The Conservation Of Learning. The Weeder Is Supremely Needed If The Garden Of The Muses Is To Persist As A Garden.