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Without Leisure There Can Be Neither Art Nor Science Nor Fine Conversation, Nor Any Ceremonious Performance Of The Offices Of Love And Friendship.

Deliberately, On Every Historic Occasion, We Piously Fake Events For The Benefit Of Photographers, While The Actual Event Often Occurs In A Different Fashion; And We Have The Effrontery To Call These Artful Dress Rehearsals Authentic Historic Documents.

War Vies With Magic In Its Efforts To Get Something For Nothing.

Adventure Is Humdrum And Routine Unless One Assimilates It, Unless One Relates It To A Central Core Which Grows Within And Gives It Contour And Significance. Raw Experience Is Empty, Just As Empty As The Forecastle Of A Whaler As In A Chamber Of A Counting House; For It Is Not What One Does, But In A Manifold Sense, What One Realizes That Keeps Existence From Being Vain And Trivial.

In War, The Army Is Not Merely A Pure Consumer, But A Negative Producer.