New York is the great stone desert.

No, the real American has not yet arrived. He is only in the Crucible, I tell you - he will be the fusion of all races, perhaps the coming superman.

...the wonderful poems interpreting with equal magic the romance of strange lands and times, or the modern soul, naked and unashamed, as if clothed in its own complexity; the humorous-tragic questionings of the universe; the delicious travel-pictures and fantasies; the lucid criticisms of art, and politics, and philosophy, informed with malicious wisdom, shimmering with poetry and wit.

No Jew was ever fool enough to turn Christian unless he was a clever man.

America is God's Crucible, the great Melting-Pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming!

Scratch the Christian and you find the pagan - spoiled.

The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition.