Modern War And Modern Civilisation

Most Men, Whether Men Or Women, Wish Above All Else To Be Comfortable, And Thought Is A Pre-eminently Uncomfortable Process; It Brings To The Individual Far More Suffering Than Happiness In A Semi-civilised World Which Still Goes To War.

The Tragedy Of Journalism Lies In Its Impermanence; The Very Topicality Which Gives It Brilliance Condemns It To An Early Death. Too Often It Is A Process Of Flinging Bright Balloons In The Path Of The Hurricane, A Casting Of Priceless Petals Upon The Rushing Surface Of A Stream.

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.

I Know One Husband And Wife Who, Whatever The Official Reasons Given To The Court For The Break Up Of Their Marriage, Were Really Divorced Because The Husband Believed That Nobody Ought To Read While He Was Talking And The Wife That Nobody Ought To Talk While She Was Reading.

Politics Are Usually The Executive Expression Of Human Immaturity.