Pathos, Piety, Courage, They Exist,

I Am An Unspeakable Of The Oscar Wilde Sort.

I Do Not Believe In Belief.

There Was Something Better In Life Than This Rub­bish, If Only He Could Get To It—love—nobility—big Spaces Where Passion Clasped Peace, Spaces No Science Could Reach, But They Existed For Ever, Full Of Woods Some Of Them, And Arched With Majestic Sky And A Friend. . .

Science Explained People, But Could Not Understand Them. After Long Centuries Among The Bones And Muscles It Might Be Advancing To Knowledge Of The Nerves, But This Would Never Give Understanding

Faith, To My Mind, Is A Stiffening Process, A Sort Of Mental Starch.