You Are Quite, Quite Wrong If You

All Adventuring Is Rash, And All Innovations Dangerous. But Not Nearly So Dangerous As Stagnation And Dry Rot. From Grooves, Cliques, Clichés And Resignation - Good Lord Deliver Us!

I Am Much Perturbed By This Business Of Sickness. Our Bodies Seem So Easily To Leap Into The Saddle Where Our Minds Should Be. People Who Are Ill Become Changelings.

The World, With All Its Beauty And Adventure, Its Richness And Variety, Is Darkened By Cruelty. Death, If It Ends The Loveliness, The Adventure, Ends Also That. Death Balances The Picture.

We're So Busy Resigning Ourselves To The Inevitable That We Don't Even Ask If It Is Inevitable. We've Got To Have Courage, To Take Our Future Into Our Hands. If The Law Is Oppressive, We Must Change The Law. If Tradition Is Obstructive, We Must Break Tradition. If The System Is Unjust, We Must Reform The System.

When A Person That One Loves Is In The World And Alive And Well, And Pleased To Be In The World, Then To Miss Them Is Only A New Flavor, A Salt Sharpness In Experience. It Is When The Beloved Is Unhappy Or Maimed Or Troubled That One Misses With Pain.