Dear Sir: Regarding your article 'What's Wrong with the World?' I am. Yours truly.

Happiness is a mystery, like religion, and should never be rationalised.

Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.

Unless a man becomes the enemy of an evil, he will not even become its slave but rather its champion.

It is well sometimes to half understand a poem in the same manner that we half understand the world.

I never said a word against eminent men of science. What I complain of is a vague popular philosophy which supposes itself to be scientific when it is really nothing but a sort of new religion and an uncommonly nasty one. When people talked about the fall of man, they knew they were talking about a mystery, a thing they didn't understand. Now they talk about the survival of the fittest: they think they do understand it, whereas they have not merely no notion, they have an elaborately false notion of what the words mean.

Savages and modern artists are alike strangely driven to create something uglier than themselves. but the artists find it harder.