Life Is The Wonder With Which We

The Boundary Between Civilization And Barbarism Is Difficult To Draw: Put One Ring In Your Nose And You Are A Savage, Put Two Rings In Your Ears And You Are Civilized.

It Is Ironical That In An Age When We Have Prided Ourselves On Our Progress In The Intelligent Care And Teaching Of Children We Have At The Same Time Put Them At The Mercy Of New And Most Terrible Weapons Of Destruction.

Add To This Cruelly Delicate Organism The Overpowering Necessity To Create, Create, Create - So That Without The Creating Of Music Or Poetry Or Books Or Buildings Or Something Of Meaning, His Very Breath Is Cut Off From Him. He Must Create, Must Pour Out Creation. By Some Strange, Unknown, Inward Urgency He Is Not Really Alive Unless He Is Creating.

Love Alone Could Waken Love.

The Bitterest Creature Under Heaven Is The Wife Who Discovers That Her Husband's Bravery Is Only Bravado, That His Strength Is Only A Uniform, That His Power Is But A Gun In The Hands Of A Fool.