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 is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world and that is an idea whose time as come.
