There Is One Story And

What We Now Call "finance" Is, I Hold, An Intellectual Perversion Of What Began As Warm Human Love.

No Poem Is Worth Anything Unless It Starts From A Poetic Trance, Out Of Which You Can Be Wakened By Interruption As From A Dream. In Fact, It Is The Same Thing.

But Give Thanks, At Least, That You Still Have Frost's Poems; And When You Feel The Need Of Solitude, Retreat To The Companionship Of Moon, Water, Hills And Trees. Retreat, He Reminds Us, Should Not Be Confused With Escape. And Take These Poems Along For Good Luck!

There Is One Story And One Story Only.

Hardly One Soldier In A Hundred Was Inspired By Religious Feeling Of Even The Crudest Kind. It Would Have Been Difficult To Remain Religious In The Trenches Even If One Had Survived The Irreligion Of The Training Battalion At Home.