When Words Cease To Cling

We Do Not Know The Past In Chronological Sequence. It May Be Convenient To Lay It Out Anesthetized On The Table With Dates Pasted On Here And There, But What We Know We Know By Ripples And Spirals Eddying Out From Us And From Our Own Time.

Your Mind And You Are Our Sargasso Sea.

All Great Art Is Born Of The Metropolis.

You Have Been Second Always. Tragical? No. You Preferred It To The Usual Thing: One Dull Man, Dulling And Uxorious, One Average Mind- With One Thought Less, Each Year.

Literature Does Not Exist In A Vacuum. Writers As Such Have A Definite Social Function Exactly Proportional To Their Ability As Writers. This Is Their Main Use.