Why Should Poetry Have To Make Sense?

In The End, Everything Is A Gag.

Hair Is Vitally Personal To Children. They Weep Vigorously When It Is Cut For The First Time; No Matter How It Grows, Bushy, Straight Or Curly, They Feel They Are Being Shorn Of A Part Of Their Personality.

The Glamour Of It All! New York! America!

It Seems To Me That My Mother Was The Most Splendid Woman I Ever Knew... I Have Met A Lot Of People Knocking Around The World Since, But I Have Never Met A More Thoroughly Refined Woman Than My Mother. If I Have Amounted To Anything, It Will Be Due To Her.

The Way Of Life Can Be Free And Beautiful, But We Have Lost The Way. Greed Has Poisoned Men's Souls, Has Barricaded The World With Hate, Has Goose-stepped Us Into Misery And Bloodshed. We Have Developed Speed, But We Have Shut Ourselves In. Machinery That Gives Abundance Has Left Us In Want. Our Knowledge Has Made Us Cynical; Our Cleverness, Hard And Unkind. We Think Too Much And Feel Too Little. More Than Machinery, We Need Humanity. More Than Cleverness, We Need Kindness And Gentleness. Without These Qualities, Life Will Be Violent And All Will Be Lost.