Winter Is Not A Season In The

So Much In A Revolution Is Nothing But Waiting.

A Man Takes A Drink, The Drink Takes Another, And The Drink Takes The Man.

I Think Perhaps We Want A More Conscious Life. We're Tired Of Drudging And Sleeping And Dying. We're Tired Of Seeing Just A Few People Able To Be Individualists. We're Tired Of Always Deferring Hope Till The Next Generation. We're Tired Of Hearing Politicians And Priests And Cautious Reformers... Coax Us, 'be Calm! Be Patient! Wait! We Have The Plans For A Utopia Already Made; Just Wiser Than You.' For Ten Thousand Years They've Said That. We Want Our Utopia Now — And We're Going To Try Our Hands At It.

Upon This Theology He Rarely Pondered. The Kernel Of His Practical Religion Was That It Was Respectable, And Beneficial To One's Business, To Be Seen Going To Services; That The Church Kept The Worst Elements From Being Still Worse; And That The Pastor's Sermons, However Dull They Might Seem At The Time Of Taking, Yet Had A Voodooistic Power Which 'did A Fellow Good-- Kept Him In Touch With Higher Things.

Don't Be A Writer. Writing Is An Escape From Something. You Be A Scientist.