Conscience Represents A Fetich To

A Successful Politician Does Not Have Convictions; He Has Emotions.

When This Immediate Evil Power Has Been Defeated, We Shall Not Yet Have Won The Long Battle With The Elemental Barbarities. Another Hitler, It May Be An Invisible Adversary, Will Attempt, Again, And Yet Again, To Destroy Our Frail Civilization. Is It True, I Wonder, That The Only Way To Escape A War Is To Be In It? When One Is A Part Of An Actuality Does The Imagination Find A Release?

I Haven't Much Opinion Of Words. They're Apt To Set Fire To A Dry Tongue, That's What I Say.

Nothing, Except The Weather Report Or A General Maxim Of Conduct, Is So Unsafe To Rely Upon As A Theory Of Fiction.

Doesn't All Experience Crumble In The End To Mere Literary Material?