Purposeless Activity May Be A Phase Of

It May Be That Religion Is Dead, And If It Is, We Had Better Know It And Set Ourselves To Try To Discover Other Sources Of Moral Strength Before It Is Too Late.

To Eat Bread Without Hope Is Still Slowly To Starve To Death.

No Writer, I Believe, Should Attempt A Novel Before He Is Thirty, And Not Then Unless He Has Been Hopelessly And Helplessly Involved In Life. For The Writer Who Goes Out To Find Material For A Novel, As A Fishermen Goes Out To Sea To Fish, Will Certainly Not Write A Good Novel. Life Has To Be Lived Thoughtlessly, Unconsciously, At Full Tilt And For No Purpose Except Its Own Sake Before It Becomes, Eventually, Good Material For A Novel.

He Saw On The Paper A Picture Of A Man, White-skinned, Who Hung Upon A Crosspiece Of Wood. The Man Was Without Clothes Except For A Bit About His Loins, And To All Appearences He Was Dead, Since His Head Drooped Upon His Shoulder And His Eyes Were Closed Above His Bearded Lips. Wang Lung Looked At The Pictured Man In Horror And With Increasing Interest.

It Certainly Must Have Been A Relief For Women Of The Country To Realize That One Could Be A Woman And A Lady And Yet Be Thoroughly Political.