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The Great Modern Heresy In Poetry Is To Confuse The Use We Make Of Words In A Poem With Modalities Of Speech...for True Poetry Is Never Speech But Always A Song.

My Own Early Experiences In War Led Me To Suspect The Value Of Discipline, Even In That Sphere Where It Is So Often Regarded As The First Essential For Success.

Intellect Begins With The Observation Of Nature, Proceeds To Memorize And Classify The Facts Thus Observed, And By Logical Deduction Builds Up That Edifice Of Knowledge Properly Called Science… But Admittedly We Also Know By Feeling, And We Can Combine The Two Faculties, And Present Knowledge In The Guise Of Art.

It Is Already Clear, After Twenty Years Of Socialism In Russia, That If You Do Not Provide Your Society With A New Religion, It Will Gradually Revert To The Old One.

If The Individual Is A Unit In A Corporate Mass, His Life Is Not Merely Brutish And Short, But Dull And Mechanical.