It Never Seems To Occur

Few Of Humanity's Characteristics Are More Disconcerting Than Its Ability To Reduce World-events To Its Own Level, Wherever This May Happen To Be.

All That A Pacifist Can Undertake -- But It Is A Very Great Deal -- Is To Refuse To Kill, Injure Or Otherwise Cause Suffering To Another Human Creature, And Untiringly To Order His Life By The Rule Of Love Though Others May Be Captured By Hate.

There Is An Abiding Beauty Which May Be Appreciated By Those Who Will See Things As They Are And Who Will Ask For No Reward Except To See.

An Author Who Waits For The Right 'mood' Will Soon Find That 'moods' Get Fewer And Fewer Until They Cease Altogether.

Babies Are A Nuisance, Of Course. But So Does Everything Seem To Be That Is Worth While – Husbands And Books And Committees And Being Loved And Everything. We Have To Choose Between Barren Ease And Rich Unrest – Or Rather, One Does Not Choose.