Writing Was A Chimney For My Blazing

A Minor Symptom Of Wars Is The Cancerous Growth Of Committees.

In What Touches Their Social Convictions, Most Persons Do Not Think. The Threat Of Change, With All It Suggests To Them In The Loss Of Social And Economic Privilege, Alarms So Deeply That They Are Incapable Of Unprejudiced Thought. They Seem To Themselves To Be Thinking, With Lucidity And Fairness, But Since They Start From The Conviction That Change Must Undoubtedly Be For The Worse Or From Settled Grief At The Thought Of Losing What Is Old And Lovely, They Are Doing No More Than Following A Logical Sequence Of Ideas From A False Premise.

All Writers Who Can Claim To Be Called 'living' Must Be Political In A Sense. They Must Have What The Quakers Call A Concern To Understand What Is Happening In The World, And Must Engage Themselves, In Their Writing, To Promote No Comfortable Lies, Of The Sort Which People Will Pay Well To Be Told Rather Than The Truth.

Hope Is A Talent Like Any Other.

The Critic's Hankering To Be Law-giver Rather Than Servant Of Literature Is Irrepressible.