A Forest Bird Never Wants A Cage.

But I Almost Think We Are All Of Us Ghosts. It Is Not Only What We Have Inherited From Our Father And Mother That “walks” In Us. It Is All Sorts Of Dead Ideas, And Lifeless Old Beliefs, And So Forth. They Have No Vitality, But They Cling To Us All The Same, And We Cannot Shake Them Off. Whenever I Take Up A Newspaper, I Seem To See Ghosts Gliding Between The Lines.

The Old Terms Must Be Invented With New Meaning And Given New Explanations. Liberty, Equality, And Fraternity Are No Longer What They Were In The Days Of The Late-lamented Guillotine. This Is What The Politicians Will Not Understand; And That Is Why I Hate Them. They Want Only Their Own Special Revolutions- External Revolutions, Political Revolutions, Etc. But That Is Only Dabbling. What Is Really Needed Is A Revolution Of The Human Spirit.

I'm Inclined To Think We Are All Ghosts-every One Of Us. It's Not Just What We Inherit From Our Mothers And Fathers That Haunts Us. Its All Kinds Of Old Defunct Theories, All Sorts Of Old Defunct Beliefs, And Things Like That.

What's To Become Of The Morally Sound? Left Out In The Cold, I Suppose. We Must Heal The Sick.

Poetry Is To Hold Judgment On Your Soul.