We are influenced, not by the man who always wants to preach a sermon at us, but by the one with whom we go for a holiday.

Our history-makers were great, joyous men, of fine spirit, fine imagination, fine sensibility, and fine humour.

They loved life; they loved their fellow man; they loved all the beautiful, brave things of earth.

When you know them you can picture them scaling high mountains and singing from the summits, or boating on fine rivers in the sunlight, or walking about in the dawn, to the music of Creation, evolving the philosophy of revolutions and building beautiful worlds.

You get no hint of this from the absurd propagandist play, yet this is what the heart of man craves.
When he does not get it, he cannot explain what he wants; but he knows what he does not want, and he goes away and keeps his distance.