The Desert Is An Ocean In Which

Mankind Has Had Ten-thousand Years Of Experience At Fighting And If We Must Fight, We Have No Excuse For Not Fighting Well.

All The Revision In The World Will Not Save A Bad First Draft: For The Architecture Of The Thing Comes, Or Fails To Come, In The First Conception, And Revision Only Affects The Detail And Ornament, Alas!

We Lived Always In The Stretch Or Sag Of Nerves, Either On The Crest Or In The Trough Of Waves Of Feeling.

Yet When We Achieved, And The New World Dawned, The Old Men Came Out Again And Took Our Victory To Remake It In The Likeness Of The Former World They Knew. Youth Could Win, But Had Not Learned To Keep: And Was Pitiably Weak Against Age. We Stammered That We Had Worked For A New Heaven And A New Earth, And They Thanked Us Kindly And Made Their Peace.

I Prefer Lies To Truth, Especially When The Lies Are About Me.