The Young Feel Tired At

It Is Impossible To Design A System So Perfect That No One Needs To Be Good.

Every Nation, Every Race, Has Not Only Its Own Creative, But Its Own Critical Turn Of Mind; And Is Even More Oblivious Of The Shortcomings And Limitations Of Its Critical Habits Than Of Those Of Its Creative Genius.

Because I Know That Time Is Always Time And Place Is Always And Only Place.

Shall I Part My Hair Behind? Do I Dare To Eat A Peach?

And All Shall Be Well And/ All Manner Of Thing Shall Be Well/ By The Purification Of The Motive/ In The Ground Of Our Beseeching