I Wonder Why We Hate

There Will Presently Be No Room In The World For Things; It Will Be Filled Up With The Advertisements Of Things.

It Is The Curse Of Prosperity That It Takes Work Away From Us, And Shuts That Door To Hope And Health Of Spirit.

Each One Of Us Must Suffer Long To Himself Before He Can Learn That He Is But One In A Great Community Of Wretchedness Which Has Been Pitilessly Repeating Itself From The Foundation Of The World.

It's A Curious Thing, This Thing We Call Civilization...we Think It Is An Affair Of Epochs, And Nations. It's Really An Affair Of Individuals. One Brother Will Be Civilized And The Other A Barbarian...all Civilization Comes Through Literature Now, Especially In Our Country. A Greek Got His Civilization By Talking And Looking, And In Some Measure A Parisian May Still Do It. But We, Who Live Remote From History And Monuments, We Must Read Or We Must Barbarise.

N Artistic Atmosphere Does Not Create Artists A Literary Atmosphere Does Not Create Literators; Poets And Painters Spring Up Where There Was Never A Verse Made Or A Picture Seen. This Suggests That God Is No More Idle Now Than He Was At The Beginning, But That He Is Still And Forever Shaping The Human Chaos Into The Instruments And Means Of Beauty.