The Poet Has To Make A Synthesis

Human Passions Against Eternal Laws -- That Is The Everlasting Conflict.

Decades Have A Delusive Edge To Them. They Are Not, Of Course, Really Periods At All, Except As Any Other Ten Years May Be. But We, Looking At Them, Are Caught By The Different Name Each Bears, And Give Them Different Attributes, And Tie Labels On Them, As If They Were Flowers In A Border.

The Last Sin, The Sin Against The Holy Ghost - To Lie To Oneself. Lying To Other People - That's A Small Thing In Comparison.

Age Has Extremely Little To Do With Anything That Matters. The Difference Between One Age And Another Is, As A Rule, Enormously Exaggerated.

Another Sad Comestive Truth Is That The Best Foods Are The Products Of Infinite And Wearying Trouble. The Trouble Need Not Be Taken By The Consumer, But Someone, Ever Since The Fall, Has Had To Take It.