An unbelieved truth can hurt a man much more than a lie. It takes great courage to back truth unacceptable to our times. There's a punishment for it, and it's usually crucifixion.

And finally comes culture, which is entertainment, relaxation, transport out of the pain of living.

You stay out here a little while, an' if you smell any roses, you come let me smell, too.

And this you can know- fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.

Give a critic an inch, he'll write a play.

Prayer never brought in no side-meat. Takes a shoat to bring in pork.

How can the poem and the stink and the grating noise - the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the dream - be set down alive?