I Find War Detestable But Those Who

There Is No Joy Other Than The Joy Of Creating. There Is No Man Who Is Truly Alive Other Than One Who Is Creating. All Others Are Just Shadows On The Earth With Nothing To Do With Being Alive. The Joy Of Living, Whether It Is Love Or Action, Is The Joy Of Creating.

History Furnishes To Politics All The Arguments That It Needs, For The Chosen Cause.

Every Race, Every Art Has Its Hypocrisy. The World Is Fed With A Little Truth And Many Lies.

The Greatest Book Is Not The One Whose Message Engraves Itself On The Brain, As A Telegraphic Message Engraves Itself On The Ticker-tape, But The One Whose Vital Impact Opens Up Other Viewpoints, And From Writer To Reader Spreads The Fire That Is Fed By The Various Essences, Until It Becomes A Vast Conflagration Leaping From Forest To Forest.

Everyone, Deep Down Within, Carries A Small Cemetery Of Those He Has Loved.