Those Who Prepare For War Get It.

What With The Reviews Of Critics, The Sarcasms Of One's Friends, The Reproaches Of One's Own Taste, There's Precious Little Peace After Publishing A Book.

The World, With All Its Beauty And Adventure, Its Richness And Variety, Is Darkened By Cruelty. Death, If It Ends The Loveliness, The Adventure, Ends Also That. Death Balances The Picture.

What A Strange Distance There Is Between Ill People And Well Ones.

I Would, If I Could, Always Feed To Music. The Singularly Graceless Action Of Thus Filling One's Body With Roots And Dead Animals And Powdered Grain Is Given Some Significance Then. One Can Perform As A Ritual What One Is Shamed To Do As A Utilitarian Action.

We're So Busy Resigning Ourselves To The Inevitable That We Don't Even Ask If It Is Inevitable. We've Got To Have Courage, To Take Our Future Into Our Hands. If The Law Is Oppressive, We Must Change The Law. If Tradition Is Obstructive, We Must Break Tradition. If The System Is Unjust, We Must Reform The System.