Society and the World

Die he or justice must.

But all was false and hollow; though his tongue

Let none admire

Mammon led them on,

And when night

First Moloch, horrid king besmeared with blood

New Presbyter is but old Priest writ large.

New Presbyter is but old Priest writ large.

For what can war, but endless war still breed?

At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue:

But that two-handed engine at the door

But that two-handed engine at the door

The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed.

The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed.

Towered cities please us then,

How charming is divine philosophy!

He that has light within his own clear breast

Money couldn’t buy friends but you got a better class of enemy.

A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself.

Every man with a bellyful of the classics is an enemy to the human race.

He’s a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back—that’s an earthquake … A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory.

This is Red Hook, not Sicily … This is the gullet of New York swallowing the tonnage of the world.

This is Red Hook, not Sicily … This is the gullet of New York swallowing the tonnage of the world.

He’s a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid.