Vast Is The Power Of Cities To

What Is Love? Listen! It Is The Rainbow That Stands Out, In All Its Glorious Many-colored Hues, Illuminating And Making Glad Again The Dark Clouds Of Life. It Is The Morning And The Evening Star, That In Glad Refulgence, There On The Awed Horizon, Call Nature's Hearts To An Uplifted Rejoicing In God's Marvelous Firmament!

Writing Is Just Work-there's No Secret. If You Dictate Or Use A Pen Or Type Or Write With Your Toes-it's Still Just Work.

Vast Is The Power Of Cities To Reclaim The Wanderer.

Every Compulsion Is Put Upon Writers To Become Safe, Polite, Obedient, And Sterile. In Protest, I Declined Election To The National Institute Of Arts And Letters Some Years Ago, And Now I Must Decline The Pulitzer Prize.

A Village In A Country Which Is Taking Pains To Become Altogether Standardized And Pure, Which Aspires To Succeed Victorian England As The Chief Mediocrity Of The World, Is No Longer Merely Provincial, No Longer Downy And Restful In Its Leaf-shadowed Ignorance. It Is A Force Seeking To Conquer The Earth. Sure Of Itself, It Bullies Other Civilizations, As A Traveling Salesman In A Brown Derby Conquers The Wisdom Of China And Tacks Advertisements Of Cigarettes Over Arches For Centuries Dedicated To The Sayings Of Confucius.