Have The Courage Of Your Desire.

Human Creatures Have A Mervellous Power Of Adapting Themselves To Necessity.

I Hate And Fear 'science' Because Of My Conviction That, For Long To Come If Not For Ever, It Will Be The Remorseless Enemy Of Mankind. I See It Destroying All Simplicity And Gentleness Of Life, All The Beauty Of The World; I See It Restoring Barbarism Under A Mask Of Civilization; I See It Darkening Men's Minds And Hardening Their Hearts.

For The Man Sound Of Body And Serene Of Mind There Is No Such Thing As Bad Weather; Every Day Has Its Beauty, And Storms Which Whip The Blood Do But Make It Pulse More Vigorously.

Money Is Made At Christmas Out Of Holly And Mistletoe, But Who Save The Vendors Would Greatly Care If No Green Branch Were Procurable?

And Why Should Any Man Who Writes, Even If He Writes Things Immortal, Nurse Anger At The World's Neglect? Who Asked Him To Publish? Who Promised Him A Hearing? Who Has Broken Faith With Him? Your Poem, Your Novel, Who Bargained With You For It?