His motto seems to be "Man shall not live by bread alone." And because Gorky bears this thought ever with him, in brain and heart, in nerves and his very marrow, his work possesses a strength which is almost terrifying, combined with a beauty as terrifying in its way.

If he will but develop his immense genius instead of meddling with social and political questions, and getting into prison on that score with disheartening regularity, something incalculably great may be the outcome.

It is said that he is now banished in polite exile to the Crimea.

If he can be kept there or elsewhere out of mischief, the Russian government will again render the literature of its own country and of the world as great a service as it has already more than once rendered in the past, by similar means.
In the '70's and '80's Russian society was seized with a mania for writing poetry, and a countless throng of young poets made their appearance.

No book sold so rapidly as a volume of verses.