Youth Knows No Remedy For Grief But

Love Needs The Stiffening Of Respect, The Give And Take Of Equality.

Those Who Prepare For War Get It.

The Only Difficulty Is To Know What Bits To Choose And What To Leave Out. Novel-writing Is Not Creation, It Is Selection.

Is This The Final Treachery Of Time, That The Old Become A Burden Upon The Young?

This Alone Is To Be Feared - The Closed Mind, The Sleeping Imagination, The Death Of The Spirit. The Death Of The Body Is To That, I Think, A Little Thing.