What The World Calls Originality

War Can So Easily Be Gilt With Romance And Heroism And Solemn National Duty And Patriotism And The Like By Persons Whose Superficial Literary And Oratorical Talent Covers An Abyss Of Godforsaken Folly.

I Object To Publishers: The One Service They Have Done Me Is To Teach Me To Do Without Them. They Combine Commercial Rascality With Artistic Touchiness And Pettishness, Without Being Either Good Business Men Or Fine Judges Of Literature.

People Must Not Be Forced To Adopt Me As Their Favourite Author, Even For Their Own Good.

I Choose Not To Make A Graveyard Of My Body For The Rotting Corpses Of Dead Animals.

A Miracle, My Friend, Is An Event Which Creates Faith.