A Man On Foot, On Horseback Or

Mental Degeneracy May Be Caused By Lead Poisoning. Or By A Poor Dip In The Gene Pool.

I Wait. Now The Night Flows Back, The Mighty Stillness Embraces And Includes Me; I Can See The Stars Again And The World Of Starlight. I Am Twenty Miles Or More From The Nearest Fellow Human, But Instead Of Loneliness I Feel Loveliness. Loveliness And A Quiet Exultation.

The Tragic Sense Of Life: Our Heroic Acceptance Of The Suffering Of Others.

The World Is What It Is, No Less And No More, And Therein Lies Its Entire And Sufficient Meaning.

The Artist In Our Time Has Two Chief Responsibilities: (1) Art; And (2) Sedition.