Only Very Coarse Persons Wanted Wars.

Never, If You Can Possibly Help It, Write A Novel. It Is, In The First Place, A Thoroughly Unsocial Act. It Makes One Obnoxious To One's Family And To One's Friends. One Sits About For Many Weeks, Months, Even Years, In The Worst Cases, In A State Of Stupefaction.

People Don't Care To Read What They Already Think Or What Any People Think - They Know All That Well Enough. They Want To Know What They Ought To Think.

People On The Whole Are Very Simple-minded, In Whatever Country One Finds Them. They Are So Simple As To Take Literally, More Often Than No, The Things Their Leaders Tell Them.

It Is Difficult Not To Wonder Whether That Combination Of Elements Which Produces A Machine For Labor Does Not Create Also A Soul Of Sorts, A Dull Resentful Metallic Will, Which Can Rebel At Times.

Our Bodies Can Be Mobilized By Law And Police And Men With Guns, If Necessary-but Where Shall We Find That Which Will Make Us Believe In What We Must Do, So That We Can Fight Through To Victory?