Green Leaves On A Dead Tree Is

While Thoughts Exist, Words Are Alive And Literature Becomes An Escape, Not From, But Into Living.

Miserable Orpheus Who, Turning To Lose His Eurydice, Beholds Her For The First Time As Well As The Last.

Today The Function Of The Artist Is To Bring Imagination To Science And Science To Imagination, Where They Meet, In The Myth.

In The Sex War, Thoughtlessness Is The Weapon Of The Male, Vindictiveness Of The Female.

Civilization Is Maintained By A Very Few People In A Small Number Of Places And We Need Only Some Bombs And A Few Prisons To Blot It Out Altogether.