A Man Who Lives, Not By What

Poetry Which Owes No Man Anything, Owes Nevertheless One Debt - An Image Of The World In Which Men Can Again Believe.

There Are Those, I Know, Who Will Say That The Liberation Of Humanity, The Freedom Of Man And Mind, Is Nothing But A Dream. They Are Right. It Is The American Dream.

A Self-advertising Writer Is Always A Self-extinguished Writer.

Wildness And Silence Disappeared From The Countryside, Sweetness Fell From The Air, Not Because Anyone Wished Them To Vanish Or Fall But Because Throughways Had To Floor The Meadows With Cement To Carry The Automobiles Which Advancing Technology Produced. Tropical Beaches Turned Into High-priced Slums Where Thousand-room Hotels Elbowed Each Other For Glimpses Of Once-famous Surf Not Because Those Who Loved The Beaches Wanted Them There But Because Enormous Jets Could Bring A Million Tourists Every Year - And Therefore Did.

Children Know The Grace Of God Better Than Most Of Us. They See The World The Way The Morning Brings It Back To Them; New And Born And Fresh And Wonderful.