It'is Like A Book, I Think, This

Fiction Is Truth's Elder Sister. Obviously. No One In The World Knew What Truth Was Till Some One Had Told A Story.

But Till We Are Built Like Angels, With Hammer And Chisel And Pen, We Will Work For Ourself And A Woman, Forever And Ever, Amen.

The Masterless Man . . . Afflicted With The Magic Of The Necessary Words. . . . Words That May Become Alive And Walk Up And Down In The Hearts Of The Hearers.

What Stands If Freedom Fail? What Dies Of England Live?

Those Who Only Know England Know Not England.