It Was Never Decreed That A God

Come In, Dear Wind, And Be Our Guest You Too Have Neither Home Nor Rest.

Literary Works Cannot Be Taken Over Like Factories, Or Literary Forms Of Expression Like Industrial Methods. Realist Writing, Of Which History Offers Many Widely Varying Examples, Is Likewise Conditioned By The Question Of How, When And For What Class It Is Made Use Of.

When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

For Art To Be 'unpolitical' Means Only To Ally Itself With The 'ruling' Group.

Go Make Yourself A Plan And Be A Shining Light. Then Make Yourself A Second Plan, For Neither Will Come Right.