The World Of The Egotist Is, Inevitably,

A Farmer's Got To Be Born, Same As A Fool. You Can't Make A Corn Pone Out Of Flour Dough By The Twistin' Of It.

Apart From Letters, It Is The Vulgar Custom Of The Moment To Deride The Thinkers Of The Victorian And Edwardian Eras; Yet There Has Not Been, In All History, Another Agewhen So Much Sheer Mental Energy Was Directed Toward Creating A Fairer Social Order.

True Goodness Is An Inward Grace, Not An Outward Necessity.

Preserve, Within A Wild Sanctuary, An Inaccessible Valley Of Reverie.

But There Is, I Have Learned, No Permanent Escape From The Past. It May Be An Unrecognized Law Of Our Nature That We Should Be Drawn Back, Inevitably, To The Place Where We Have Suffered Most.