The technique of winning is so shoddy, the terms of winning are so ignoble, the tenure of winning is so brief; and the specter of the has-been-a shameful rather than a pitiable sight today-brings a sudden chill even to our sunlit moments.

The trouble with us in America isn't that the poetry of life has turned to prose, but that it has turned to Advertising copy.

On any morning these days whole segments of the population wake up to find themselves famous, while, to keep matters shipshape, whole contingents of celebrities wake up to find themselves forgotten.

Ours is the country where, in order to sell your product, you don't so much point out its merits as you first work like hell to sell yourself.

The life of sense begins by assuming that we can only fitfully live the life of reason.

One must never judge the writer by the man; but one may fairly judge the man by the writer.

Prig and philistine, Ph.D. and C.P.A., despot of English 218c and big shot of the Kiwanis Club-how much, at bottom, they both hate Art, and how hard it is to know which of them hates it the more.