Britain Possesses No Climate, Only Weather.

Britain Possesses No Climate, Only Weather.

Fantasy Works Inwards Upon Its Author, Blurring The Boundary Between The Visioned And The Actual, And Associating Itself Ever Moreclosely With The Ego, So That The Child Who Has Fantasied Himself A Murderer Ends By Becoming A Loeb Or A Leopold. The Creative Imagination Works Outwards, Steadily Increasing The Gap Between The Visioned And The Actual, Till This Becomes The Great Gulf Fixed Between Art And Nature. Few Writers Of Crime-stories Become Murderers--if Any Do, It Is Not The Result Of Identifying Themselves With Their Murderous Heroes.

A Continual Atmosphere Of Hectic Passion Is Very Trying If You Haven't Got Any Of Your Own.

Work Is Not Primarily A Thing One Does To Live But The Thing One Lives To Do. It Is, Or It Should Be, The Full Expression Of The Worker's Faculties, The Thing In Which He Finds Spiritual, Mental And Bodily Satisfaction, And The Medium In Which He Offers Himself To God.

The People Who Hanged Christ Never, To Do Them Justice, Accused Him Of Being A Bore - On The Contrary; They Thought Him Too Dynamic To Be Safe. It Has Been Left For Later Generations To Muffle Up That Shattering Personality And Surround Him With An Atmosphere Of Tedium.