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It Is Not My Purpose As A Poet To Condemn War (or To Be Exact, Modern Warfare). I Only Wish To Present The Universal Aspects Of A Particular Event.

In A Sense, Every Tool Is A Machine--the Hammer, The Ax, And The Chisel. And Every Machine Is A Tool. The Real Distinction Is Between One Man Using A Tool With His Hands And Producing An Object That Shows At Every Stage The Direction Of His Will And The Impression Of His Personality; And A Machine Which Is Producing, Without The Intervention Of A Particular Man, Objects Of A Uniformity And Precision That Show No Individual Variation And Have No Personal Charm. The Problem Is To Decide Whether The Objects Of Machine Production Can Possess The Essential Qualities Of Art.

Fantasy Is A Product Of Thought, Imagination Of Sensibility. If The Thinking, Discursive Mind Turns To Speculation, The Result Isfantasy; If, However, The Sensitive, Intuitive Mind Turns To Speculation, The Result Is Imagination. Fantasy May Be Visionary, But It Is Cold And Logical. Imagination Is Sensuous And Instinctive. Both Have Form, But The Form Of Fantasy Is Analogous To Exposition, That Of Imagination To Narrative.

My Own Early Experiences In War Led Me To Suspect The Value Of Discipline, Even In That Sphere Where It Is So Often Regarded As The First Essential For Success.

A Man Of Personality Can Formulate Ideals, But Only A Man Of Character Can Achieve Them.