Out of the bosom of the Common People rise the sources of our literature and art, and the real, living virile society is the genuine life they live. Divorced from that, art is finical and literature flabby and what is called "society" becomes only the drumming of drones. It is better to have their good opinion when you are dead than the blessing of the Brahmins while you live.

The Common People. Boston Chronicle (May 17, 1924)