His Name Was George F.

Most Troubles Are Unnecessary. We Have Nature Beaten; We Can Make Her Grow Wheat; We Can Keep Warm When She Sends Blizzards. So We Raise The Devil Just For Pleasure--wars, Politics, Race-hatreds, Labor-disputes.

She Was Snatched Back From A Dream Of Far Countries, And Found Herself On Main Street.

Fascism Will Come To America Wrapped In A Flag.

Fortune Has Dealt With Me Rather Too Well. I Have Known Little Struggle, Not Much Poverty, Many Generosities. Now And Then I Have, For My Books Or Myself, Been Somewhat Warmly Denounced -- There Was One Good Pastor In California Who Upon Reading My Elmer Gantry Desired To Lead A Mob And Lynch Me, While Another Holy Man In The State Of Maine Wondered If There Was No Respectable And Righteous Way Of Putting Me In Jail.

Our American Professors Like Their Literature Clear And Cold And Pure And Very Dead.