The Test Of A Real

Patriotism Is Often An Arbitrary Veneration Of Real Estate Above Principles.

A Poet, Any Real Poet, Is Simply An Alchemist Who Transmutes His Cynicism Regarding Human Beings Into An Optimism Regarding The Moon, The Stars, The Heavens, And The Flowers, To Say Nothing Of Spring, Love, And Dogs.

Politics Is The Diversion Of Trivial Men Who, When They Succeed At It, Become Important In The Eyes Of More Trivial Men.

To Speak Of Morals In Art Is To Speak Of Legislature In Sex. Art Is The Sex Of The Imagination.

The Russian Dramatist Is One Who, Walking Through A Cemetery, Does Not See The Flowers On The Graves. The American Dramatist . . . Does Not See The Graves Under The Flowers.