Few Great Men Could Pass Personnel.

To Translate, One Must Have A Style Of His Own, For The Translation Will Have No Rhythm Or Nuance, Which Come From The Process Of Artistically Thinking Through And Molding The Sentences; They Cannot Be Reconstituted By Piecemeal Imitation. The Problem Of Translation Is To Retreat To A Simpler Tenor Of One’s Own Style And Creatively Adjust This To One’s Author.

Thwarted, Or Starved, In The Important Objects Proper To Young Capacities, The Boys And Young Men Naturally Find Or Invent Deviant Objects For Themselves. ... Their Choices And Inventions Are Rarely Charming, Usually Stupid, And Often Disastrous; We Cannot Expect Average Kids To Deviate With Genius. But On The Other Hand, The Young Men Who Conform To The Dominant Society Become For The Most Part Apathetic, Disappointed, Cynical And Wasted.

I Move In A Society So Devoid Of Ordinary Reality That I Am Continually Stopping To Teach Good Sense, To Give Support, To Help Out, As A Young Gangster Might Help An Old Lady Across The Street On His Way To The Stick-up.

When We Choose A Man To Beautify Our Towns, We Do Not Automatically Call On The Major Artists Of The World. ... We Now Lavishly Praise Frank Lloyd Wright, But We Never Made Any Community Use Of Him, Though He Longed For The Chance.

There Is The Dumb Silence Of Slumber Or Apathy... The Fertile Silence Of Awareness, Pasturing The Soul... The Silence Of Peaceful Accord With Other Persons Or Communion With The Cosmos.