God Will Forgive Me. It's His Job.

In These Times We Fight For Ideas And Newspapers Are Our Fortress.

If You Wish To Strive For Peace Of Soul And Pleasure, Then Believe.

Nothing Is Sillier Than This Charge Of Plagiarism. There Is No Sixth Commandment In Art. The Poet Dare Help Himself Wherever He Lists, Wherever He Finds Material Suited To His Work. He May Even Appropriate Entire Columns With Their Carved Capitals, If The Temple He Thus Supports Be A Beautiful One. Goethe Understood This Very Well, And So Did Shakespeare Before Him.

The Artist Is The Child In The Popular Fable, Every One Of Whose Tears Was A Pearl.

And The Dancing Has Begun Now, And The Dancings Whirl Round Gaily In The Waltz's Giddy Mazes, And The Ground Beneath Them Trembles.