We Must Beware The Revenge Of The

If We Openly Declare What Is Wrong With Us, What Is Our Deepest Need, Then Perhaps The Death And Despair Will By Degrees Disappear.

We Plan, We Toil, We Suffer - In The Hope Of What? A Camel-load Of Idol's Eyes? The Title Deeds Of Radio City? The Empire Of Asia? A Trip To The Moon? No, No, No, No. Simply To Wake Just In Time To Smell Coffee And Bacon And Eggs.

If You Are A Genius, You'll Make Your Own Rules, But If Not - And The Odds Are Against It - Go To Your Desk No Matter What Your Mood, Face The Icy Challenge Of The Paper - Write.

Write As Often As Possible, Not With The Idea At Once Of Getting Into Print, But As If You Were Learning An Instrument.

Our Dourest Parsons, Who Followed The Nonconformist Fashion Of Long Extemporary Prayers, Always Seemed To Me To Be Bent On Bullying God.