Capitalism and power politics have made our generation creatively sluggish, and our vital art is mired in a broad bourgeois philistinism.

No member of our generation who wasn't a Communist or a dropout in the thirties is worth a damn.

There's Dick Van Dyke and John Ritter, the two greatest physical comics of our generation.

German militarism and Nazism have devastated twice in our generation the lands of German neighbors.

If your contribution has been vital there will always be somebody to pick up where you left off, and that will be your claim to immortality

So what are we given? We're also given, my generation, the disillusionment of our parents.