The Movies Are An Eruption Of Trash

Out Of The Thousand Writers Huffing And Puffing Through Movieland There Are Scarcely Fifty Men And Women Of Wit Or Talent. The Rest Of The Fraternity Is Deadwood. Yet, In A Curious Way, There Is Not Much Difference Between The Product Of A Good Writer And A Bad One. They Both Have To Toe The Same Mark.

The Movies Are An Eruption Of Trash That Has Lamed The American Mind And Retarded Americans From Becoming Cultured People.

In Moderating, Not Satisfying Desires, Lies Peace.

For Many Years Hollywood Held This Double Lure For Me, Tremendous Sums Of Money For Work That Required No More Effort Than A Game Of Pinochle.

I Know That A Man Who Shows Me His Wealth Is Like The Beggar Who Shows Me His Poverty; They Are Both Looking For Alms From Me, The Rich Man For The Alms Of My Envy, The Poor Man For The Alms Of My Guilt.