We Must Have Hope Or Starve To

An Englishman Is Never Afraid Of Being Laughed At. He Just Thinks The Other Fellow Is A Fool. But Americans Still Can't Risk Anybody Laughing At Them.

Can Such Stiff And Formal Moldings As Words Capture The Spirit-essence Of Love?

The Greatest Problem That War Leaves, In A Man, Is How To Recapture Reality. That's Because War Is Unreal.

Hunger Makes A Thief Of Any Man.

Add To This Cruelly Delicate Organism The Overpowering Necessity To Create, Create, Create - So That Without The Creating Of Music Or Poetry Or Books Or Buildings Or Something Of Meaning, His Very Breath Is Cut Off From Him. He Must Create, Must Pour Out Creation. By Some Strange, Unknown, Inward Urgency He Is Not Really Alive Unless He Is Creating.