What Thou Lov'st Well Is Thy True

Artists Are The Antennae Of The Race, But The Bullet-headed Many Will Never Learn To Trust The Great Artists.

The Artist Is Always Beginning.

It Is Difficult To Write A Paradiso When All The Superficial Indications Are That You Ought To Write An Apocalypse.

The Thought Of What America Would Be Like If The Classics Had A Wide Circulation Troubles My Sleep (cantico Del Sole)

Go To The Adolescent Who Are Smothered In Family-- Oh How Hideous It Is To See Three Generations Of One House Gathered Together! It Is Like An Old Tree With Shoots, And With Some Branches Rotted And Falling.