When I was in Philadelphia during the Depression in 1930 or '31 I got a very sad job as a night watchman in a garage. The cars in the garage had been abandoned by their owners since they had lost their jobs and couldn't keep up the payments.
I published privately a collection of my serious poetry I had written over...
I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.
There's only one thing that can guarantee our failure and that's if we quit.
