When Facism Comes To America, It Will

The One Thing That Can Be More Disconcerting Than Intelligent Hatred Is Demanding Love.

Indians, Of Course, Have No "theology," And Indeed No Word For The System Of Credulity In Which The White Priests Arrange For God, Who Must Be Entirely Bewildered By It, A Series Of Excuses For His Failures.

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.

Love Is The One Thing That Can Really Sure-enough Lighten All Of Life's Dark Clouds.

Intellectually I Know That America Is No Better Than Any Other Country; Emotionally I Know She Is Better Than Every Other Country.