Any Man Worth His Salt Has By

How Womanly It Is To Ask The Unanswerable At The Moment Impossible.

The World, In Its Sheer Exuberance Of Kindness, Will Try To Bury The Poet With Warm And Lovely Human Trivialities. It Will Even Ask Him To Autograph Books.

Continually One Faces The Horrible Matter Of Making Decisions. The Solution Is, As Far As Possible, To Avoid Conscious Rational Decisions And Choices; Simply To Do What You Find Yourself Doing; To Float In The Great Current Of Life With As Little Friction As Possible; To Allow Things To Settle Themselves, As Indeed They Do With The Most Infallible Certainty.

They Go In [to The Library] Not Because They Need Any Certain Volume But Because They Feel That There May Be Some Book That Needs Them.

Perhaps This Is An Age When Men Think Bravely Of The Human Spirit; For Surely They Have A Strange Lust To Lay It Bare.