Mass ought to be in Latin, unless you could do it in Greek or Chinese. In fact, any abracadabra that no bloody member of the public or half-educated ape of a clargimint could think he understood.

USURY is the cancer of the world, which only the surgeon’s knife of Fascism can cut out of the life of the nations.

Poetry is a very complex art.... It is an art of pure sound bound in through an art of arbitrary and conventional symbols.

Artists are the antennae of the race, but the bullet-headed many will never learn to trust the great artists.

I did not enter into silence. Silence captured me.

Glance is the enemy of vision.

And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass