All Birth Is Unwilling.

I Am Not Given To Superstition, Yet There Are Certain Places In Old Asian Countries Where Human Beings Have Been Born And Have Lived And Died For So Many Generations That The Very Earth Is Saturated With Their Flesh And The Air Seems Crowded With Their Continuing Presence.

In Our Changing World Nothing Changes More Than Geography.

Our Children ... Are Not Treated With Sufficient Respect As Human Beings, And Yet From The Moment They Are Born They Have This Right To Respect. We Keep Them Children For Too Long, Their World Separate From The Real World Of Life.

Never, If You Can Possibly Help It, Write A Novel. It Is, In The First Place, A Thoroughly Unsocial Act. It Makes One Obnoxious To One's Family And To One's Friends. One Sits About For Many Weeks, Months, Even Years, In The Worst Cases, In A State Of Stupefaction.

It Is Ironical That In An Age When We Have Prided Ourselves On Our Progress In The Intelligent Care And Teaching Of Children We Have At The Same Time Put Them At The Mercy Of New And Most Terrible Weapons Of Destruction.