I Liked Human Beings, But I Did

It Would Appear, From The Best Examples, That The Proper Way Of Beginning A Preface To One's Work Is With A Humble Apology For Having Written At All.

...i Had Grown Up In A World That Was Dominated By Immature Age. Not By Vigorous Immaturity, But By Immaturity That Was Old And Tired And Prudent, That Loved Ritual And Rubric, And Was Utterly Wanting In Curiosity About The New And The Strange. Its Era Has Passed Away, And The World It Made Has Crumbled Around Us. Its Finest Creation, A Code Of Manners, Has Been Ridiculed And Discarded.

Nations Decay From Within More Often Than They Surrender To Outward Assault.

The World Of The Egotist Is, Inevitably, A Narrow World, And The Boundaries Of Self Are Limited To The Close Horizon Of Personality.... But, Within This Horizon, There Is Room For Many Attributes That Are Excellent.

O God, Let Me Write Books! Please, God, Let Me Write Books!