26107	----	Maxims for Revolutionists by George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950) THE GOLDEN RULE Do not do unto others as you would that they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same. Never resist temptation: prove all things: hold fast that which is good. Do not love your neighbor as yourself. If you are on good terms with yourself it is an impertinence: if on bad, an injury. The golden rule is that there are no golden rules. IDOLATRY The art of government is the organization of idolatry. The bureaucracy consists of functionaries; the aristocracy, of idols; the democracy, of idolaters. The populace cannot understand the bureaucracy: it can only worship the national idols. The savage bows down to idols of wood and stone: the civilized man to idols of flesh and blood. A limited monarchy is a device for combining the inertia of a wooden idol with the credibility of a flesh and blood one. When the wooden idol does not answer the peasant's prayer, he beats it: when the flesh and blood idol does not satisfy the civilized man, he cuts its head off. He who slays a king and he who dies for him are alike idolaters. ROYALTY Kings are not born: they are made by artificial hallucination. When the process is interrupted by adversity at a critical age, as in the case of Charles II, the subject becomes sane and never completely recovers his kingliness. The Court is the servant's hall of the sovereign. Vulgarity in a king flatters the majority of the nation. The flunkeyism propagated by the throne is the price we pay for its political convenience. DEMOCRACY If the lesser mind could measure the greater as a foot-rule can measure a pyramid, there would be finality in universal suffrage. As it is, the political problem remains unsolved. Democracy substitutes election by the incompetent many for appointment by the corrupt few. Democratic republics can no more dispense with national idols than monarchies with public functionaries. Government presents only one problem: the discovery of a trustworthy anthropometric method. IMPERIALISM Excess of insularity makes a Briton an Imperialist. Excess of local self-assertion makes a colonist an Imperialist. A colonial Imperialist is one who raises colonial troops, equips a colonial squadron, claims a Federal Parliament sending its measures to the Throne instead of to the Colonial Office, and, being finally brought by this means into insoluble conflict with the insular British Imperialist, "cuts the painter" and breaks up the Empire. LIBERTY AND EQUALITY He who confuses political liberty with freedom and political equality with similarity has never thought for five minutes about either. Nothing can be unconditional: consequently nothing can be free. Liberty means responsibility. That is why most men dread it. The duke inquires contemptuously whether his gamekeeper is the equal of the Astronomer Royal; but he insists that they shall both be hanged equally if they murder him. The notion that the colonel need be a better man than the private is as confused as the notion that the keystone need be stronger than the coping stone. Where equality is undisputed, so also is subordination. Equality is fundamental in every department of social organization. The relation of superior to inferior excludes good manners. EDUCATION When a man teaches something he does not know to somebody else who has no aptitude for it, and gives him a certificate of proficiency, the latter has completed the education of a gentleman. A fool's brain digests philosophy into folly, science into superstition, and art into pedantry. Hence University education. The best brought-up children are those who have seen their parents as they are. Hypocrisy is not the parent's first duty. The vilest abortionist is he who attempts to mould a child's character. At the University every great treatise is postponed until its author attains impartial judgment and perfect knowledge. If a horse could wait as long for its shoes and would pay for them in advance, our blacksmiths would all be college dons. He who can, does. He who cannot, teaches. A learned man is an idler who kills time with study. Beware of his false knowledge: it is more dangerous than ignorance. Activity is the only road to knowledge. Every fool believes what his teachers tell him, and calls his credulity science or morality as confidently as his father called it divine revelation. No man fully capable of his own language ever masters another. No man can be a pure specialist without being in the strict sense an idiot. Do not give your children moral and religious instruction unless you are quite sure they will not take it too seriously. Better be the mother of Henri Quatre and Nell Gwynne than of Robespierre and Queen Mary Tudor. MARRIAGE Marriage is popular because it combines the maximum of temptation with the maximum of opportunity. Marriage is the only legal contract which abrogates as between the parties all the laws that safeguard the particular relation to which it refers. The essential function of marriage is the continuance of the race, as stated in the Book of Common Prayer. The accidental function of marriage is the gratification of the amoristic sentiment of mankind. The artificial sterilization of marriage makes it possible for marriage to fulfill its accidental function whilst neglecting its essential one. The most revolutionary invention of the XIX century was the artificial sterilization of marriage. Any marriage system which condemns a majority of the population to celibacy will be violently wrecked on the pretext that it outrages morality. Polygamy, when tried under modern democratic conditions, as by the Mormons, is wrecked by the revolt of the mass of inferior men who are condemned to celibacy by it; for the maternal instinct leads a woman to prefer a tenth share in a first rate man to the exclusive possession of a third rate one. Polyandry has not been tried under these conditions. The minimum of national celibacy (ascertained by dividing the number of males in the community by the number of females, and taking the quotient as the number of wives or husbands permitted to each person) is secured in England (where the quotient is 1) by the institution of monogamy. The modern sentimental term for the national minimum of celibacy is Purity. Marriage, or any other form of promiscuous amoristic monogamy, is fatal to large States because it puts its ban on the deliberate breeding of man as a political animal. CRIME AND PUNISHMENT All scoundrelism is summed up in the phrase "Que Messieurs les Assassins commencent!" The man who has graduated from the flogging block at Eton to the bench from which he sentences the garotter to be flogged is the same social product as the garotter who has been kicked by his father and cuffed by his mother until he has grown strong enough to throttle and rob the rich citizen whose money he desires. Imprisonment is as irrevocable as death. Criminals do not die by the hands of the law. They die by the hands of other men. The assassin Czolgosz made President McKinley a hero by assassinating him. The United States of America made Czolgosz a hero by the same process. Assassination on the scaffold is the worst form of assassination, because there it is invested with the approval of society. It is the deed that teaches, not the name we give it. Murder and capital punishment are not opposites that cancel one another, but similars that breed their kind. Crime is only the retail department of what, in wholesale, we call penal law. When a man wants to murder a tiger he calls it sport: when the tiger wants to murder him he calls it ferocity. The distinction between Crime and Justice is no greater. Whilst we have prisons it matters little which of us occupy the cells. The most anxious man in a prison is the governor. It is not necessary to replace a guillotined criminal: it is necessary to replace a guillotined social system. TITLES Titles distinguish the mediocre, embarrass the superior, and are disgraced by the inferior. Great men refuse titles because they are jealous of them. HONOR There are no perfectly honorable men; but every true man has one main point of honor and a few minor ones. You cannot believe in honor until you have achieved it. Better keep yourself clean and bright: you are the window through which you must see the world. Your word can never be as good as your bond, because your memory can never be as trustworthy as your honor. PROPERTY Property, said Proudhon, is theft. This is the only perfect truism that has been uttered on the subject. SERVANTS When domestic servants are treated as human beings it is not worth while to keep them. The relation of master and servant is advantageous only to masters who do not scruple to abuse their authority, and to servants who do not scruple to abuse their trust. The perfect servant, when his master makes humane advances to him, feels that his existence is threatened, and hastens to change his place. Masters and servants are both tyrannical; but the masters are the more dependent of the two. A man enjoys what he uses, not what his servants use. Man is the only animal which esteems itself rich in proportion to the number and voracity of its parasites. Ladies and gentlemen are permitted to have friends in the kennel, but not in the kitchen. Domestic servants, by making spoiled children of their masters, are forced to intimidate them in order to be able to live with them. In a slave state, the slaves rule: in Mayfair, the tradesman rules. HOW TO BEAT CHILDREN If you strike a child, take care that you strike it in anger, even at the risk of maiming it for life. A blow in cold blood neither can nor should be forgiven. If you beat children for pleasure, avow your object frankly, and play the game according to the rules, as a foxhunter does; and you will do comparatively little harm. No foxhunter is such a cad as to pretend that he hunts the fox to teach it not to steal chickens, or that he suffers more acutely than the fox at the death. Remember that even in childbeating there is the sportsman's way and the cad's way. RELIGION Beware of the man whose god is in the skies. What a man believes may be ascertained, not from his creed, but from the assumptions on which he habitually acts. VIRTUES AND VICES No specific virtue or vice in a man implies the existence of any other specific virtue or vice in him, however closely the imagination may associate them. Virtue consists, not in abstaining from vice, but in not desiring it. Self-denial is not a virtue: it is only the effect of prudence on rascality. Obedience simulates subordination as fear of the police simulates honesty. Disobedience, the rarest and most courageous of the virtues, is seldom distinguished from neglect, the laziest and commonest of the vices. Vice is waste of life. Poverty, obedience, and celibacy are the canonical vices. Economy is the art of making the most of life. The love of economy is the root of all virtue. FAIRPLAY The love of fairplay is a spectator's virtue, not a principal's. GREATNESS Greatness is only one of the sensations of littleness. In heaven an angel is nobody in particular. Greatness is the secular name for Divinity: both mean simply what lies beyond us. If a great man could make us understand him, we should hang him. We admit that when the divinity we worshipped made itself visible and comprehensible we crucified it. To a mathematician the eleventh means only a single unit: to the bushman who cannot count further than his ten fingers it is an incalculable myriad. The difference between the shallowest routineer and the deepest thinker appears, to the latter, trifling; to the former, infinite. In a stupid nation the man of genius becomes a god: everybody worships him and nobody does his will. BEAUTY AND HAPPINESS, ART AND RICHES Happiness and Beauty are by-products. Folly is the direct pursuit of Happiness and Beauty. Riches and Art are spurious receipts for the production of Happiness and Beauty. He who desires a lifetime of happiness with a beautiful woman desires to enjoy the taste of wine by keeping his mouth always full of it. The most intolerable pain is produced by prolonging the keenest pleasure. The man with toothache thinks everyone happy whose teeth are sound. The poverty stricken man makes the same mistake about the rich man. The more a man possesses over and above what he uses, the more careworn he becomes. The tyranny that forbids you to make the road with pick and shovel is worse than that which prevents you from lolling along it in a carriage and pair. In an ugly and unhappy world the richest man can purchase nothing but ugliness and unhappiness. In his efforts to escape from ugliness and unhappiness the rich man intensifies both. Every new yard of West End creates a new acre of East End. The XIX century was the Age of Faith in Fine Art. The results are before us. THE PERFECT GENTLEMAN The fatal reservation of the gentleman is that he sacrifices everything to his honor except his gentility. A gentleman of our days is one who has money enough to do what every fool would do if he could afford it: that is, consume without producing. The true diagnostic of modern gentility is parasitism. No elaboration of physical or moral accomplishment can atone for the sin of parasitism. A modern gentleman is necessarily the enemy of his country. Even in war he does not fight to defend it, but to prevent his power of preying on it from passing to a foreigner. Such combatants are patriots in the same sense as two dogs fighting for a bone are lovers of animals. The North American Indian was a type of the sportsman warrior gentleman. The Periclean Athenian was a type of the intellectually and artistically cultivated gentleman. Both were political failures. The modern gentleman, without the hardihood of the one or the culture of the other, has the appetite of both put together. He will not succeed where they failed. He who believes in education, criminal law, and sport, needs only property to make him a perfect modern gentleman. MODERATION Moderation is never applauded for its own sake. A moderately honest man with a moderately faithful wife, moderate drinkers both, in a moderately healthy house: that is the true middle class unit. THE UNCONSCIOUS SELF The unconscious self is the real genius. Your breathing goes wrong the moment your conscious self meddles with it. Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does. REASON The reasonable man adapts himself to the world: the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man. The man who listens to Reason is lost: Reason enslaves all whose minds are not strong enough to master her. DECENCY Decency is Indecency's Conspiracy of Silence. EXPERIENCE Men are wise in proportion, not to their experience, but to their capacity for experience. If we could learn from mere experience, the stones of London would be wiser than its wisest men. TIME'S REVENGES Those whom we called brutes had their revenge when Darwin shewed us that they are our cousins. The thieves had their revenge when Marx convicted the bourgeoisie of theft. GOOD INTENTIONS Hell is paved with good intentions, not with bad ones. All men mean well. NATURAL RIGHTS The Master of Arts, by proving that no man has any natural rights, compels himself to take his own for granted. The right to live is abused whenever it is not constantly challenged. FAUTE DE MIEUX In my childhood I demurred to the description of a certain young lady as "the pretty Miss So and So." My aunt rebuked me by saying "Remember always that the least plain sister is the family beauty." No age or condition is without its heroes. The least incapable general in a nation is its Cæsar, the least imbecile statesman its Solon, the least confused thinker its Socrates, the least commonplace poet its Shakespear. CHARITY Charity is the most mischievous sort of pruriency. Those who minister to poverty and disease are accomplices in the two worst of all the crimes. He who gives money he has not earned is generous with other people's labor. Every genuinely benevolent person loathes almsgiving and mendicity. FAME Life levels all men: death reveals the eminent. DISCIPLINE Mutiny Acts are needed only by officers who command without authority. Divine right needs no whip. WOMEN IN THE HOME Home is the girl's prison and the woman's workhouse. CIVILIZATION Civilization is a disease produced by the practice of building societies with rotten material. Those who admire modern civilization usually identify it with the steam engine and the electric telegraph. Those who understand the steam engine and the electric telegraph spend their lives in trying to replace them with something better. The imagination cannot conceive a viler criminal than he who should build another London like the present one, nor a greater benefactor than he who should destroy it. GAMBLING The most popular method of distributing wealth is the method of the roulette table. The roulette table pays nobody except him that keeps it. Nevertheless a passion for gaming is common, though a passion for keeping roulette tables is unknown. Gambling promises the poor what Property performs for the rich: that is why the bishops dare not denounce it fundamentally. THE SOCIAL QUESTION Do not waste your time on Social Questions. What is the matter with the poor is Poverty: what is the matter with the rich is Uselessness. STRAY SAYINGS We are told that when Jehovah created the world he saw that it was good. What would he say now? The conversion of a savage to Christianity is the conversion of Christianity to savagery. No man dares say so much of what he thinks as to appear to himself an extremist. Mens sana in corpore sano is a foolish saying. The sound body is a product of the sound mind. Decadence can find agents only when it wears the mask of progress. In moments of progress the noble succeed, because things are going their way: in moments of decadence the base succeed for the same reason: hence the world is never without the exhilaration of contemporary success. The reformer for whom the world is not good enough finds himself shoulder to shoulder with him that is not good enough for the world. Every man over forty is a scoundrel. Youth, which is forgiven everything, forgives itself nothing: age, which forgives itself everything, is forgiven nothing. When we learn to sing that Britons never will be masters we shall make an end of slavery. Do not mistake your objection to defeat for an objection to fighting, your objection to being a slave for an objection to slavery, your objection to not being as rich as your neighbor for an objection to poverty. The cowardly, the insubordinate, and the envious share your objections. Take care to get what you like or you will be forced to like what you get. Where there is no ventilation fresh air is declared unwholesome. Where there is no religion hypocrisy becomes good taste. Where there is no knowledge ignorance calls itself science. If the wicked flourish and the fittest survive, Nature must be the God of rascals. If history repeats itself, and the unexpected always happens, how incapable must Man be of learning from experience! Compassion is the fellow-feeling of the unsound. Those who understand evil pardon it: those who resent it destroy it. Acquired notions of propriety are stronger than natural instincts. It is easier to recruit for monasteries and convents than to induce an Arab woman to uncover her mouth in public, or a British officer to walk through Bond Street in a golfing cap on an afternoon in May. It is dangerous to be sincere unless you are also stupid. The Chinese tame fowls by clipping their wings, and women by deforming their feet. A petticoat round the ankles serves equally well. Political Economy and Social Economy are amusing intellectual games; but Vital Economy is the Philosopher Stone. When a heretic wishes to avoid martyrdom he speaks of "Orthodoxy, True and False" and demonstrates that the True is his heresy. Beware of the man who does not return your blow: he neither forgives you nor allows you to forgive yourself. If you injure your neighbor, better not do it by halves. Sentimentality is the error of supposing that quarter can be given or taken in moral conflicts. Two starving men cannot be twice as hungry as one; but two rascals can be ten times as vicious as one. Make your cross your crutch; but when you see another man do it, beware of him. SELF-SACRIFICE Self-sacrifice enables us to sacrifice other people without blushing. If you begin by sacrificing yourself to those you love, you will end by hating those to whom you have sacrificed yourself. THE END [Transcriber's note: He spelled it 'Shakespear'. He spelled Caesar with an ae ligature.] 
20024	----	[Transcriber's Note: Illustrations are explained at the end of the text.] * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Crankisms By Lisle de Vaux MATTHEWMAN Pictured By Clare Victor DWIGGINS * MCMI * HENRY T. COATES & CO. PHILADELPHIA Copyright, 1901, by Henry T. Coates & Company. _All rights reserved._ If I may be permitted to offer a suggestion, the Crankisms should be read in the spirit in which sermons are listened to--with the object of discovering whom they hit. This will furnish amusement, for what is more entertaining than trying the cap on others? The settings speak for themselves; but the author desires to express his indebtedness to the artist for having infused life into and lent grace to dead bones of words, and for having, in many cases, given to those words a deeper and more subtle meaning than they themselves could be made to express. L. de V. M. May, 1901. 1 The kisses of an enemy are deceitful, but not as deceitful as the advice of the friend who is always counseling you for your own good. 2 The best and the worst in man respond only to woman's touch--unfortunately for man. 3 Men reason; women do not. Woman has no logic, and judging from the use it is to man, is better off without it. 4 The present arrangement of society refuses to many the means to live, while forbidding them the right to die when they wish. 5 Woman generally tries to attract a man's eye, and then blames him for being caught by prettiness and superficial charms. But she rarely tries to appeal to his better self. 6 The man who is pockmarked has most to say against freckles. 7 Charity covers a multitude of sins which are committed in her name. 8 Life is full of golden opportunities for doing what we do not want to do. 9 Never compliment a woman and you will earn her undying enmity. Respect is rarely appreciated by her; but compliments are always at a premium, even counterfeits being accepted as greedily as the real. 10 When we grow old we walk unfeelingly over that which we, in our youth, madly chased. 11 The biggest fool is the one who thinks he can fool others with impunity without them knowing and resenting it. 12 When we get what we want we are always disappointed to find that it is not what we wanted. 13 Like does not always worship like: Beauty often worships the Beast. 14 We were all in the front row when modesty was served out--at least we think so. 15 Because some men are ruined by intemperance it does not follow that all should become abstainers, any more than because some men are ruined by marriage all men should remain single. 16 What men see in women or women in men to admire is generally a puzzle to those who know the men and women in question intimately. 17 The only compliment which a woman really dislikes is that which is paid to another. 18 Things have changed since Shakespeare's time: men's evil deeds we write in sympathetic ink; their virtues on marble tombstones. 19 Our own weaknesses we regard as misfortunes from which we cannot escape; the weaknesses of others we consider crimes. 20 No matter how well we do, we are sure to be anxious to impress upon others that what we have achieved is trifling-- compared with that of which we are capable. 21 A woman is not a woman merely by reason of her sex, any more than an angel is of necessity an angel of light. 22 We are quite able, while hating sin, to pity and be charitable to the sinner--when we happen to be the sinner concerned. 23 The commonly accepted idea that a woman of beauty is of necessity lacking in mental qualities, must have originated in the head of some woman who possessed neither. 24 The Devil is not as black as he is painted. In fact, he is more like us than we care to admit. 25 Faithful are the wounds of a friend; and as it is more blessed to give than to receive, we prefer to do the wounding. 26 The naked truth and a naked lie Are shocking alike to society. 27 A man often envies another man his physical qualities--rarely his mental. As we have no soul mirror we cannot see the reflection of our spiritual deformities. 28 It is easy to have conscientious scruples when they are profitable. 29 The man who marries for money is a fool, but rarely as big a fool as he who marries for love. 30 When you have done a man a favor do not insist too earnestly that it is a mere trifle, or he may take you at your word and not trouble to repay it; which would be very disappointing. 31 The gentle art of making enemies is the one natural accomplishment which is common to all sorts and conditions of men--and women. 32 What we think of ourselves combined with what others think of us is a very fair estimate. 33 If a girl cannot make up her mind between two men it is because she has no mind worth making up. Besides, any man who will knowingly be one of two is not worth the trouble of thinking about. 34 If we devoted as much attention to our own affairs as we freely give to those of others, we and others would be gainers. 35 Merit, like the show inside a circus, is of comparatively little use as a drawing card; it is the bluff and buncombe the banging drum and megaphone of the barker which is the successful magnet. 36 We always know what we should do under certain circumstances, but unfortunately we never find circumstances arranged so as to suit what we do. 37 An over sensitive conscience is simply the evidence of spiritual dyspepsia. The man who has it is no better than his fellows. 38 Generosity, as commonly understood, consists in forcing upon others that for which one has no use. 39 There is a greater difference between really thinking and only thinking that we think than most of us think. 40 We rashly demand that the devil shall have his due, forgetting that if that gentleman gets all that is coming to him it will go badly with some of us. 41 If women knew themselves as well as they know men--and if men knew women as well as they know themselves--things would be very much as they are. 42 Before he knows a woman a man often thinks her an angel; when he knows her he knows--er--better. 43 A critic is one who knows perfectly well how a thing should be done, but is unable to do it. Therefore we are all the keenest critics in matters of which we know least. 44 From all enemies and most friends, good Lord, deliver us! 45 Everything comes to the man who waits but that is no inducement to wait-- for no man wants everything. He usually wants one thing in particular-- just that one which he never gets, no matter how long he waits. 46 When a man has drained the dregs of the bitterness of life, hope and fear no longer exist in him, only indifference which produces stupefaction. 47 Forbidden fruit has no attraction until we know that it is forbidden. 48 A man can be judged from the theatres he frequents and the ladies who accompany him there. 49 Criticism grows faint in the presence of successful achievement. 50-51 A man may confess that his judgment was at fault, but never that his intentions were other than strictly honorable. 52 Our last match never ignites except when we are sure it will not, and are prepared for the worst. 53 It is impossible to serve two masters, and few of us try. We are satisfied to praise God from whom all blessings flow while we cash the checks of Mammon. 54 Our own success is due to our indomitable energy and other deserving traits; that of others largely to blind luck. With our energy and the good luck of others what could we not achieve! 55 The trouble with most reformers that they waste their time and energy trying to reform somebody else. 56 We are convinced in our own minds that every man deserves what he gets; but, judging from ourselves, not every one gets what he deserves. 57 If we saw ourselves as others see us we should not believe our own eyes; but we should have a still lower opinion of the rest of the world than we now have. 58 When we care we usually don't dare; when we dare we don't often care. 59 What sounds so sweet as the human voice--to the one who is doing the talking! 60 Words may be mere wind, but then so is a tornado. 61 Laugh, and the world laughs with you; cry, and the world laughs at you. 62 A proverbial expression is often a crystallized lie which we should like to believe. 63 Because everything is for the best it does not follow that it is for our best. 64 It is easier to moralize than to be moral. 65 The difference between an actress on the stage and a woman not on the stage is a matter of here and there. 66 Ignorance is not so surprising, nor such a mark of inferiority, as unwillingness to learn. 67 He who grows indignant when his veracity is questioned generally has good and sufficient reason therefor. 68 Our joys are mainly those of prospect and retrospect. 69 It is not to be expected that the average man should know what a real woman is like--he so rarely sees one. 70 The Chinese promise and never intend to perform; we promise and do intend to perform. The result is about the same. 71 Woman regards the criticizing of her sex as her own prerogative, and criticizes more bitterly than any man would think of doing; but she resents any criticism, no matter how just, from man. 72 Lambs, it is true, gambol, but in due time they all get fleeced. 73 What we need is some philosopher to tell us how to be happy when we have every reason for being unhappy. 74 The most striking trait of the average man is unwillingness to be convinced--that we are right and he is wrong. 75 If man were so constituted that he could pat himself on the back gracefully, or kick himself effectively, he would spend most of his spare time doing one or the other. 76 Most of us live as if we expected to be judged from our epitaph rather than from our conduct. 77 The world is a paradise for fools, a purgatory or worse for others. 78 When we have the capacity of enjoying we have not the reason for enjoyment; when we do have good and sufficient grounds we no longer have the capacity. 79 To be happy, give; to be successful, take; to be happy and successful, give and take. 80 What a woman admires in a man depends on whether she is married or single. 81 Confidence given is usually confidence misplaced. 82 Women admire the gilded youth because he is a golden calf. 83 Even those who do not repeat scandal are generally willing to listen to it. Talk of the virtues of another, and, as a rule, your hearers will get bored; only hint that you could a tale unfold and you will secure perfect attention. 84 We forget that once upon a time we were little children; but the unpleasant fact that we are big children is being constantly forced upon us, together with the moral certainty that we shall never be anything else. 85 A man considers his little weaknesses amiable traits; a woman--a woman will not admit that she has a weakness. 86 God's call, through the still small voice, to preach, is much more irresistible when megaphoned by a wealthy church. 87 Many who sing loud praises to God, pay heavy tribute to the devil. 88 If the world is, as is so often whined, growing worse, it is partly because of our presence in it. 89 The counsel of a good book is far superior to that of a man who says one thing and does another. 90 If other people would only be as reasonable as we are, what a heaven this earth would be. 91 The world has no sympathy for the gambler who loses. 92 Trust in God, but keep a sharp lookout on your friends. 93 Tell the truth and you will shame the devil; you will also surprise him very often. 94 The knowledge that virtue is its own reward is what deters many from well doing. 95 It requires no particular skill to win the game when Fortune has dealt you all the trumps. 96 We give much more thought to what is due to us than to what is due from us. 97 A camel may not be able to pass through the eye of a needle, but that does not deter many a lobster from trying to do so. 98 The man who sees things as they are is regarded as a madman, just as those were formerly looked upon who maintained that the earth was round. The average man sees things as they seem to be. 99 We are all convinced of the righteousness and reasonableness of majority rule--when we happen to belong to the majority. 100 The greater his trouble, the more a man hugs it to his heart. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * [Illustrations: Readers who are unable to use the fully illustrated html version of this text may wish to view some individual pictures, located within the "images" directory of the html file. Complete page images are named in the form "pageN.png", using the number of each "Crankism" as the page number. Drawings alone--without text and its surrounding decoration--are named in the form "picN.png", or "picNa.png," "picNb.png" for illustrations that were made up of separate elements.] 
33109	----	====================================================================== The Wisdom of the East Series EDITED BY L. CRANMER-BYNG Dr. S. A. KAPADIA ARABIAN WISDOM ====================================================================== WISDOM OF THE EAST ARABIAN WISDOM SELECTIONS AND TRANSLATIONS FROM THE ARABIC BY JOHN WORTABET, M.D. THIRD IMPRESSION LONDON JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET 1916 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO MY CHILDREN "What doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God!"--MICAH vi. 8. CONTENTS INTRODUCTION THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE KORAN REPENTANCE A SINNER'S CRY UNTO GOD FORGIVING OTHERS FORBEARANCE HUMILITY TRUE NOBILITY SELF-RESPECT CHARACTER BENEVOLENCE GENEROSITY GRATITUDE RECOMPENSE FLAUNTING KINDNESS KNOWLEDGE SPECULATIVE STUDIES THOUGHTS, DOUBTS WISDOM IGNORANCE, FOLLY CONSULTATION SPEAKING, WRITING, BOOKS SILENCE TRUTHFULNESS TRUTHFULNESS TO PROMISES TRUTHFULNESS TO SECRETS DECEIT EXERTION OPPORTUNITIES ECONOMY VICISSITUDES OF FORTUNE PATIENCE CONTENTMENT CHEERFULNESS WAR ANGER HATRED, MALICE MURDER ENVY RASHNESS LAZINESS AVARICE COMPLAINT, BLAME MARRIAGE CHILDREN FILIAL DUTY BROTHERS FRIENDS NEIGHBOURS SALUTATION LOVE OF COUNTRY AND HOME TRAVELLING HEALTH YOUTH AND OLD AGE DEATH APPENDIX EDITORIAL NOTE The object of the editors of this series is a very definite one. They desire above all things that, in their humble way, these books shall be the ambassadors of good-will and understanding between East and West, the old world of Thought, and the new of Action. In this endeavour, and in their own sphere, they are but followers of the highest example in the land. They are confident that a deeper knowledge of the great ideals and lofty philosophy of Oriental thought may help to a revival of that true spirit of Charity which neither despises nor fears the nations of another creed and colour. L. CRANMER-BYNG. S. A. KAPADIA. NORTHBROOK SOCIETY, 21, CROMWELL ROAD, KENSINGTON, S.W. INTRODUCTION The wise sayings and proverbs of ancient and modern times, and in all the languages I know or to which I had access in translations, have always had a great attraction for me. Drawn from the experiences and study of human life, they have been reduced by wise men to short, pithy sentences, generally expressed in some quaint or striking form, for conveying sound moral truths. They are intended to be maxims of life, or rules of conduct, chiefly for the young, but may be read with pleasure and profit by both young and old. It was with such an object in view that the Editors of the _Wisdom of the East_ series have lately issued a number of small books on this subject carefully translated by competent specialists, and which have been highly appreciated by the English press and public. Their chief desire, however, appears to be "that these books shall be the ambassadors of good-will and understanding between East and West," and also that "the great ideals and lofty philosophy of Oriental thought may help to a revival of that true spirit of Charity which neither despises nor fears the nations of another creed and colour." (See Editorial Note.) It was also from such motives, but long before I had seen these books, that I have employed a part of my leisure hours in translating into Arabic some of the best sayings of M. Aurelius, Shakespeare, Tennyson, English and other proverbs, and, quite lately, selections from _The Instruction of Ptah-Hotep_ and _Sadi's Scroll of Wisdom_. They were published in the best Arabic magazines, and have been read by many Christians, Moslems, and Jews in Egypt, Syria, and other countries; and I have been told by some of these Oriental readers that they found in them much matter for thought and instruction, while their views of the community and bonds of human nature among all nations, and in all parts of the world, have been broadened and enlarged. The Arabic language is particularly rich in this kind of literature, and its proverbs are often appropriately introduced in conversation, letters, and books, and add much force to what is said or written. Many are light and colloquial, and bring a smile or laughter to both speaker and hearer; but many also are distinguished by their classical form and the serious weighty ideas which they convey or inculcate. It was easy, therefore, to find abundant material for this little book, but it was somewhat difficult to make a wise selection, to classify the different subjects under proper heads, and to translate Arabic idioms into good English. Other difficulties were when the proverb in Arabic is formed of two parts which assonate or rhyme, when the piquancy of a short sentence depends so much on the quaintness of its expression, when an untranslatable pun or play upon words is used, or when the phrase is too elliptical or too Oriental in its reference to be easily understood by English readers. The translation I have made is generally literal, sometimes free, but always true to the original. Some I have left in their Oriental form to show the Arabian bent of thought and mode of life. The renderings from the Koran are all mine, and I alone am responsible for them. All that I have tried to do was for ordinary readers--and for them alone. Many proverbs are common to all languages, and in them all--notably among Semitic nations--there is often an exaggeration,[1] or a one-sided view,[2] or a paradox,[3] which must be taken with some latitude and with the natural limitations required by common sense. It will also be observed that many Arabic proverbs have a close resemblance to the Proverbs of Solomon, and often assume that rhetorical form or parallelism in which Hebrew poetry abounds when the same idea is repeated in other words, or where its positive and negative sides are put into contrast. The following quotation, taken from the eighth chapter of that book, may serve as an example of what has just been said, and as an appropriate introduction to this little book: "Doth not wisdom cry, And understanding put forth her voice? Unto you, O men, I call; And my voice is to the sons of men. For my mouth shall utter truth; And wickedness is an abomination to my lips. For whoso findeth me findeth life, And shall obtain favour of the Lord. But he that sinneth against me wrongeth his own soul: All they that hate me love death." [1] "A fool throws a stone into a well, and a thousand wise men cannot get it out." [2] "A man is safe when alone." "Paradise without human companions is not worth living in." [3] "Do no good, and you will meet with no evil." THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE KORAN In the name of God, who is abundant in mercy and compassion! Praise be to God, the Lord of the universe, the most merciful and compassionate, the Sovereign of the day of judgment. Thee alone we worship, and from Thee alone we seek help. Guide us to the right path--the path of them to whom Thou hast been gracious--not of them with whom Thou art angry, nor of them who have gone astray. Amen.[1] [1] This opening chapter of the Koran--very short as it is--contains the fundamental principles of the whole book--the doctrine of God, His infinite mercy, the immortality of the soul, the rewards and punishments of the world to come, and the duty of prayer, and thanksgiving, and adoration, and obedience. It is a fair specimen of all that is best in the "Revealed Book" of the Moslems, and is as frequently repeated by them as the Lord's Prayer is by Christians. REPENTANCE, AND GOD'S FORGIVING MERCY _Koran_. O ye who believe, repent unto God, for He loveth them who are penitent. O ye who believe in me, who by much sin have done a great wrong to themselves, despair not of the mercy of God, for He forgiveth all sins. Verily He forgiveth and is merciful. _Traditions_. Sorrow for sin is repentance. He who repents is like him who has not sinned. _Wise Sayings and Proverbs_. No intercession succeeds so effectually as repentance. The most truthful man is he who is true to his repentance. Two sins only God does not forgive--worship of false gods and injury to men. A SINNER'S CRY UNTO GOD[2] [2] The original Arabic is in verse. O Thou who knowest every thought, and hearest every cry, Who art the source of all that is, or ever shall be, Who art the only hope in every trouble, The only help in every plaint and every woe, Whose treasures of bounty and word creative are one, God of all good, hear my prayer! One sole plea I have--my need of Thee; But needing Thee my need is filled. One only resource I have--to stand and knock; And if unheard at Thy mercy-gate, to whom shall I go? Whom shall I call, what Name shall I invoke, If Thy needy servant shall in vain Thy bounty seek? But far be it from Thee, God of grace, to refuse a sinner's cry. Too good and gracious art Thou to send me thus away. Contrite, I stand at Thy door, Believing that contrite prayer availeth much with Thee. Suppliant, I stretch forth my hands, And with all my soul look up to Thee. Save me, God, from every ill, and be Thy favour ever mine! FORGIVING OTHERS _Koran_. God forgiveth past sins; let men forgive and pardon. Forgive freely. Forgiving others is the nearest thing to piety. _Traditions_. He who forgiveth others, God forgiveth him. Be merciful, and you will have mercy; forgive and you will be forgiven. _Sayings and Proverbs_. Of all things God loveth best forgiveness when one is able to inflict harm, and forbearance when one is angry. The pleasure of forgiving is sweeter than the pleasure of revenge. Forgiveness is perfect when the sin is not remembered. The most wicked of men is he who accepts no apology, covers no sin, and forgives no fault. Small men transgress, great men forgive. A noble man condones and pardons, and when by chance he finds out a sin, he conceals it. A man said to another who had spoken evil of him: "If what you have said be true, may God forgive me; and if false, may He forgive you." CLEMENCY, FORBEARANCE, AND GENTLENESS _Koran_. Those who worship the Merciful One are they who walk on the earth gently, and who, when fools speak to them, say "Peace." (25, 64.) _Traditions_. Be friendly to him who would be unfriendly to you, give him who will not give you, and forbear with him who would do you harm. Next to faith in God, the chief duty of man is to treat his fellow men with gentleness and courtesy. _Sayings and Proverbs_. Gentleness is one of the noblest traits in a man's character. A gentle man is a man of great beauty. One of the surest evidences of gentleness is tenderness to fools. The fierce anger of a foolish man is checked by gentleness as a fierce fire is extinguished by water. Gentleness is sometimes an humiliation, and he who is always forbearing and patient may be trodden down by fools. If you honour a vile man, you disgrace the code of honour. HUMILITY Humility is that line of conduct which is a mean between overbearing pride on the one hand and abject servility on the other, as economy is the middle term between extravagance and avarice. Humility is the crown of nobility, a ladder to honour, and a means of procuring love and esteem. He who humbleth himself, God lifteth him up. When Abu-Bekr, "the righteous" (the first Khalif), was praised, he used to say: "O God, Thou knowest me better than I know myself, and I know myself better than they know me. Make me, I pray Thee, better than they suppose; forgive me what they know not, and lay not to my account what they say." A wise man was once asked whether he knew of any good which is not coveted, or any evil which deserves no mercy, and he said: "Yes, they are humility and pride." To despise a proud man is true humility. TRUE NOBILITY True nobility lies in high character and refined manners, not in noble birth or ancient pedigree. A noble man is he who aims at noble ends--not he who glories in an ancestry mouldering in the dust. A noble man is noble though he come to want, and a base man is base though he walks on pearls. A lion is a lion though his claws be clipped, and a dog is a dog though he wear a collar of gold. He who disregards his own honour gets no good from an honourable lineage. Learning and high principles take the place of noble birth, and cover the shame of a low origin. A branch tells of what stock it comes. SELF-RESPECT, AND THE SENSE OF SHAME Son of man, if you have no self-respect, do what you will. Men see no fault in one who respects himself. If you fear not the consequences of an evil life, and have no sense of shame, you are free to do what you will. No, by God, life has no worth, and this world has no happiness to a man who has lost his self-respect and abandons himself to shamelessness. There is no good in a man who is not ashamed of men. He who has a brazen face has a craven heart. To be ashamed before God is to obey His commandments and to avoid what He has forbidden; to be ashamed before men is to avoid all harm to them; and to be ashamed before one's self is to be chaste and clean when one is alone. Be ashamed in your own sight more than in the sight of men. He who does a thing in secret of which he would be ashamed if done openly, has no respect for himself. He who respects not himself can have no respect for others. I shall not kiss a hand which deserves to be cut off. CHARACTER A man is truly religious when he is truly good. A good character is a great boon. Kind words are the bonds of love. A kind word is like an act of charity. If you cannot help men with money, help them with a cheerful face and a kindly bearing. No man is entitled to consideration unless he has these three things, or at least one of them: the fear of God to restrain him from evil, forbearance with wicked men, and a good nature towards all. There are cases where not kindness but severity is necessary. Kindness increases the love of friends, and diminishes the hatred of enemies. Be firm after you have been kind. God loves the man who is tender-hearted. An evil nature is a calamity from which there is no escape. If you hear that a mountain has moved from its place believe it, but if you hear that a man has changed his character do not believe it, for he will act only according to his nature. An inherited quality may be traced back to the seventh grandfather. There are four points in a good character from which all other good traits take their origin--prudence, courage, continence, and justice. When a woman has had more than one husband in this life, she will, in the future state, be free to be the wife of him whose character she esteemed the most. BENEVOLENCE _Koran_. Do good unto others as God has done unto you. Is the reward of kindness anything but kindness? He who does a kindly act shall be recompensed tenfold. Ye can never be righteous unless ye give away from that which ye love. _Traditions_. The upper hand [which giveth] is better than the lower hand [which taketh]. God's creatures are the objects of His care, and He loveth best that man who is most helpful to them. _Proverbs_. Do not be ashamed to give little, for it is less than that, if you give nothing. If you give, give freely, and if you strike, strike boldly. He who soweth kindness shall reap thanks. What a man does for God is never lost. Be merciful to him who is beneath you, and you will have mercy from Him who is above you. The best kind of good is that which is done most speedily. Inopportune kindness is injustice. No true joy but in doing good and no true sorrow but in doing evil. Cruelty to animals is forbidden by God. A peacemaker gets two-thirds of the blows. GENEROSITY Generosity is to do a kindness before it is asked, and to pity and give a man who asks. A generous man is nigh unto God, nigh unto men, nigh unto paradise, far from hell. Overlook the faults of a generous man, for God helps him when he falls and gives him when he is needy. A man who doeth good does not fall, and if he fall he will find a support. Be not ashamed to give little--to refuse is less. GRATITUDE He is unthankful to God who is unthankful to man. He who is unthankful for little is unthankful for much. God continues His favours to him who is grateful. He who is ungrateful for the good he receives deserves that it should be withdrawn from him. Man can be thankful to God only so far as he does good to his fellow men. If a man professes to thank God and his wealth decreases, his thanksgiving must be vitiated by his neglect of the hungry and naked. Be grateful to him who has done you good, and do good to him who is grateful to you. Gratitude takes three forms--a feeling in the heart, an expression in words, and a giving in return. The most worthless things on earth are these four--rain on a barren soil, a lamp in sunshine, a beautiful woman given in marriage to a blind man, and a good deed to one who is ungrateful. RECOMPENSE To recompense good for good is a duty. Neglect of recompense is contemptible. If a man do you a favour recompense him, and if you are unable to do so, pray for him. The worst kind of recompense is to requite evil for good. Reproach faults by kindness, and requite evil by good. There is no glory in revenge. Meet insult by insult, and honour by honour. Evil can be repelled only by evil. What you put into the pot you will take out in the ladle. He who plays with a cat must bear its scratches. He who lives in a house of glass should not throw stones at people. Sins may lurk, but God deals heavy blows. FLAUNTING KINDNESS To carry a heavy rock to the summit of a mountain is easier than to receive a kindness which is flaunted. The bane of a generous action is to mention it. It is better to refuse a kindness than to be reminded of it. I would not accept the whole world if I were to suffer the humiliation of being constantly reminded of the gift. To bestow and flaunt a kindness, and to be stingy and refuse to do an act of kindness, are equally bad. When you do a kindness hide it, and when a kindness is done to you proclaim it. Do good, and throw it into the sea. KNOWLEDGE _Koran_. O God, increase my knowledge. Are they who know and they who know not equal? He who has been given wisdom has been given a great good. What ye have been given of knowledge is only a small part. Above a learned man there is one more learned. _Traditions_. Learned men are trustees to whom God has confided mankind. Stars are the beauty of the heavens, and learned men are the ornament of a people. Angels bend down their wings to a seeker of knowledge. _Proverbs_. The rank of the learned is the highest of all ranks. If learning does not give wealth it will give esteem. Knowledge increaseth the honour of a nobleman, and bringeth men of low degree into the houses of kings. A seat of learning is a garden of heaven. Forgetfulness is the bane of knowledge. It is difficult for a man to know himself. Knowledge is a lamp from which men light their candles. A mind without education is like a brave man without arms. Kings govern men, and learned men govern kings. That day in which I have learned nothing, and in which I have added nothing to my knowledge, is no part of my life. He who seeks learning without study will attain his end when the raven becomes grey with age. To every noble horse a stumble, and to every learned man an error. Knowledge does not save from error, nor wealth from trouble. The owner of the house knows best what is in it. SPECULATIVE STUDIES All speculative research ends in perplexing uncertainty. I sought in the great sea of theoretical learning a bottom on which to stand--and found nothing but one wave dashing me against another. After a lifetime of research and learning, I amassed nothing but such phrases as: "It is said," or "They say." O erring reason, I am sick of thee! I take a single step and thou movest a whole mile away from me. The object sought in abstruse study is either a truth which cannot be known, or a vain thing which it is useless to know. THOUGHTS, DOUBTS Most thoughts are wishes. The thoughts of the wise are more trustworthy than the convictions of fools. Do not confuse opinions with certainties. If you are doubtful of a thing let it alone. Remove doubts by enquiry. A thing that is heard is not like a thing that is seen. Do not believe all that you hear. It is not wise to be sure of a thing only because you think so. Where there is much difference of opinion it is difficult to know the truth. To think well of others is a religious duty. He who thinks well of others is a happy man. He who has an evil thing in him thinks all men are like him. If a man think well of you, make his thought true. A poet says: "It was my habit to think well of others until experience taught me otherwise." Be well with God and fear nothing. Most men think well of themselves, and this is self-delusion. WISDOM, PRUDENCE, EXPERIENCE Reason is a light in the heart which distinguishes between truth and error. A wise man sees with his heart what a fool does not see with his eyes. Men should be judged according to their lights (reason). A wise man is not he who considers how he may get out of an evil, but he who sees that he does not fall into it. Actions are judged by their endings. If you desire a thing, consider its end. A man cannot be wise without experience. No wise man will be bitten twice from the same den. No boon is so remunerative as reason. Long experience is an addition to mind. Consideration may take the place of experience. A wise man is he who has been taught by experience. One word is sufficient to the wise man. A cheap offer makes a wise purchaser wary. He who considers consequences will attain his object, and he who does not carefully think on them, evil will be sure to overtake him. Everything has need of reason, and reason has need of experience. Mind and experience are like water and earth co-operating--neither of which alone can bring forth a flower. Reason and anxious thought are inseparable. A wise man is never happy. (For in much wisdom is much grief, and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.--ECCLES. i. 18.) IGNORANCE, FOLLY Ignorance is the greatest poverty. Ignorance is death in life. There is no evil so great as ignorance. Folly is an incurable disease. A foolish man is like an old garment, which if you patch it in one place becomes rent in many other places. It is just as allowable to blame a blind man for want of sight as to blame a fool for his folly. To bear the folly of a fool is indeed a great hardship. The best way to treat a fool is to shun him. The fool is an enemy to himself--how can he then be a friend to others? An ignorant man is highly favoured, for he casts away the burden of life, and does not vex his soul with thoughts of time and eternity. The most effectual preacher to a man is himself. A man never turns away from his passions unless the rebuke comes from himself to himself. CONSULTATION If you consult a wise man, his wisdom becomes yours. Confide your secret to one only, and hear the counsel of a thousand. (In the multitude of counsellors there is safety. PROV. xi. 14.) A counsellor is a trusted man. When men consult together, they are led by the wisest among them. The knowledge of two is better than the knowledge of one. Two heads are better than one. Let your counsellor be one who fears God. Consult a man of experience, for he gives you what has cost him much, and for which you give nothing. A man who is older than yourself by a day is more experienced than you by a year. Consult an older man and a younger, then decide for yourself. The wisest may need the advice of others. He who is wise, and consults others, is a whole man; he who has a wise opinion of his own, and seeks no counsel from others, is half a man; and he who has no opinion of his own, and seeks no advice, is no man at all. No man can be sorry for seeking advice, or happy if he blindly follows out his own thoughts. SPEAKING, WRITING, BOOKS If it were not for the faculty of speech, man would be nothing more than a silent picture or a contemptible animal. The tongue is the best part of man. Man is hidden behind his tongue. A man's talk shows what kind of mind he has. What you write is the truest thing that can be said of you. The words of eloquent men are like a mighty army, and their writings like glittering swords. Note down in writing what you learn. All knowledge which is not committed to writing is lost. The best handwriting is that which is most easily read. A bad pen is like an unruly, undutiful child. If you value a book you will read it through. If you write a book, be ready to encounter criticism. A book is like a garden carried in the pocket. A book is an eloquent, silent companion, or a speaking friend answering and questioning you. Books are the food of minds. There is something wise in every proverb. The tongues of men are the pens of truth. Poets, love-stricken, ramble up and down in every valley. Poetry is one of the musical instruments of Satan. SILENCE, GUARDED SPEECH Wise men are silent. Silence is often more eloquent than words. Be not hasty with your tongue. If words are silver, silence is gold. Not all that is known should be said. Silence is a wise thing, but they who observe it are few. When the mind becomes large speech becomes little. Restrain your tongue from saying anything but what is good. An unguarded word may do you great harm. A man who talks much is open to much blame. The most faulty of men are they that are most loquacious in matters which do not concern them. To guard his tongue is one of the best traits in a man's character. Man is saved from much evil if he guard his tongue. The tongue is a lion which must be chained, and a sharp sword which must be sheathed. Nothing on earth is so deserving of a long imprisonment as the tongue. Beware of saying anything of which you may be ashamed. It is better to regret a thing which you did not say than a thing which you did say. A slip of the foot is safer than a slip of the tongue. A false step may break a bone which can be set, but a slip of the tongue cannot be undone. A thrust of the tongue is sharper than the thrust of a lance. A word may cause much trouble, destroy a home, or open a grave. A great tree grows out of a small seed. The difference between loquacity and silence is like the difference between the noisy frog and the silent whale. Wisdom is made up of ten parts--nine of which are silence, and the tenth is brevity of language. A man conceals his ignorance by his silence. He who says what he should not say, will have to hear what he would not like to hear. He who talks much does little. What is said at night the day blots out. TRUTHFULNESS _Koran_. O ye that believe, fear God and be truthful! Verily God recompenseth the truthfulness of the truthful. _Traditions_. Be ever truthful, for truthfulness leads to righteousness, and righteousness leads to heaven. Veracity brings peace to the heart. No man's religion can be right until his heart become right, nor can his heart become right until his tongue is right. Keep to the truth though it may harm thee, and keep away from falsehood though it may profit thee. A man can be perfect only when he speaks the truth and acts according to the truth. _Proverbs_. Truth is the sword of God, which always cleaves when it smites. Truth is armed with horns. By truth man is saved from evil. If falsehood saves from trouble truth saves much more. When thou speakest be truthful, and when thou actest be gentle. An ignorant man who is true is better than a clever man who is false. There are two kinds of truthfulness, and the greatest of them is that which may do thee harm. If truth and falsehood were pictured they would be represented by a terrible lion and a cunning fox. It is better to die a truthful man than to live the life of a liar. TRUTHFULNESS TO PROMISES _Koran_. Be true to a covenant, for a covenant holds a man responsible. Be faithful to your pledged covenants and keep your oaths. _Traditions_. A man who keeps not his word has no religion. A true man's word is like an oath. Be truthful in what you say, faithful to your promise, and careful of what is entrusted to you. A pledged word is as if you had made the gift. _Proverbs_. A true man keeps his promise. A pledged word has the same value as a debt. The promise of a true man is a greater obligation than a debt. That man is a hypocrite who prays and fasts, but is untruthful in what he says, false to his word, and unfaithful in discharging a trust. TRUTHFULNESS TO SECRETS To keep a secret is a divine law. A secret is a trust, and to betray it is perfidy. The least of all noble traits is to keep a secret, and the greatest is to forget it. He controls himself most who hides a secret from his friends. When a secret is known to more than two, it becomes public. He who seeks a place to hide his secret reveals it. Walls have ears. It is unwise to confide a secret to two tongues and four ears. Your secret is your captive, betray it and you become its captive. A man should be a tomb in which a secret is deposited. If you keep your secret you are safe, and it will be to your sorrow if you reveal it. Hearts are the depositaries of secrets, lips their locks, and tongues their keys. The hearts of the wise are the fortresses of secrets. DECEIT Deceit does more harm to the deceitful than to the deceived. If a man commit these three things they will rise against him in judgment and punishment--aggression, perfidy, and deceit. To be true to the perfidious is perfidy, and to deceive the deceitful is lawful. In deceiving your neighbour be more wary than when he is trying to deceive you. When one would deceive you, and you feign to be deceived, you have deceived him. He who would deceive one who cannot be deceived is only deceiving himself. He who allows himself to be deceived by what his enemy says is the greatest enemy to himself. A wise man neither deceives nor is deceived. If a man believe in a stone it will do him good. Self-deception is one of the forms of folly. Most men think well of themselves, and this is self-delusion. Vain desires are rarely realised, but they may give comfort in sorrow or pleasure in empty hope. EXERTION, PERSEVERANCE, SUCCESS A man obtains only what he strives for. He who seeks and struggles shall find. Struggles bring the most unlikely things within reach. When a man makes up his mind to do a thing it becomes easy for him to do it. If you have a clear thought, be decided, and hesitate not--if you decide, hesitate not, but carry it out speedily. You must be ready to confront difficulties if you would realise your hopes. It is the part of man to strive, and not to rely on the favours of Fortune. Not every one who seeks shall find, nor every one who is indifferent be denied. Beware of giving up hope in what you earnestly seek. A wise man perseveres, and is not easily turned away. Not by fitful efforts, but by constancy, is an end secured. The most profitable labour is that which is most persevering--though it may not be strenuous. A moderate success is better than overwhelming work. Success comes to him who abjures procrastination. The world is the booty of the skilful. The most wonderful thing in the world is the success of a fool and the failure of a wise man. A pleasing manner is a great aid to success. It is the duty of man to do his utmost, but he is not responsible for success. Do not undertake a work for which you are not competent. What can a tirewoman do with an ugly face? OPPORTUNITIES Opportunities move like clouds, or pass rapidly like meteors. Seize a thief before he seizes you. Take advantage of the light of day before the night sets in. Seize on opportunities, for they are either a spoil if improved, or a grief if neglected. Good judgment means a seizure of opportunities. Keep quiet until the occasion presents itself. An action may be good if done at a fitting season, or evil if done at an improper time. Procrastination means evil. Put your bread into the oven while it is hot. If you undertake a work do it speedily. Profit by occasions when they turn up, and do not worry about an evil which has not yet come. Time is a sharp sword--strike with it before you are struck by it. If you have not sown, and see a reaper in the field, you will regret a lost opportunity. ECONOMY Economy saves half the cost of living. The value of economy is equal to half of your profits. Frugality saves a man from poverty. Little with economy is better than much with waste. Poverty with freedom from debt is great wealth. If you count beforehand you will thrive. The sea is made up of drops and the mountain of grains. My son, take a middle course between stinginess and extravagance, parsimony and prodigality. Extravagance dissipates great riches, and economy increases them when they are small. Extravagance ever leads to misery and ruin. Extravagance does as much harm to life as it adds to the pleasures of living. In all things take a middle course. Charity lies between two charities--one to yourself, the other to your needy fellow man. If you are too soft you will be squeezed, and if you are too dry you will be broken. He who spends and reckons not, ends in ruin and knows not. He who buys cheap meat will regret his purchase when it is served up. VICISSITUDES OF FORTUNE Man is like an ear of wheat shaken by the wind--sometimes up and sometimes down. Man is a target to the accidents of time. One day for us, and one day against us. With to-day there is to-morrow. To every Moses there is a Pharaoh. There is no day which has not its opposite. The changes of fortune show what a man is made of. There is no joy which is not followed by sorrow. When Fortune brings a great good, she follows it by a great evil. Fortune gives lavishly, and then turns round and takes away. When a man has attained his highest hope, let him expect that its downfall is near by. When a thing waxes to perfection it begins rapidly to wane. When distress reaches its utmost, relief is close at hand. What is past is dead. Every ascent has a descent, and every trouble has an end. Do not worry--between one twinkle of the eye and that which follows it things may change. I have looked far and wide, and saw nothing on the faces of men but looks of perplexity or regret. To complain of one's grief, except to God, is an humiliation. He who thinks that Fortune will always favour him is a fool. Follow the tracks of the fortunate man and you will come to fortune. PATIENCE God is with them that are patient. God loveth them that are patient (_Koran_). Patience is one-half of religious duty. There are two kinds of patience--one is for something which you desire, the other in something which you hate; and he is a strong man who can combine them both. Patience is mostly needed at the first shock. Grief is dispelled by patience. The device of a man who hath no device is patience. So long as there is a claimant, no just case is ever lost. Patience is a bitter cup, which the strong alone can drink. A misfortune is one, but it becomes two to the impatient. Patience is one of the gifts of heaven. He who is impatient to hear one word will have to listen to many words. Difficulties can be overcome only by patience. It is a good omen when your messenger is delayed. Rarely does a patient man fail in obtaining that which he seeks. Be patient--every cloud dissipates, and every evil which does not continue is a small thing. He who receives the strokes is not like him who counts them. CONTENTMENT Contentment is to refrain from coveting what others have. Contentment is a treasure which is inexhaustible. The most thankful of men is he who is contented. He who seeks riches must seek them in contentment. Give freely, and be content with little. A contented man is happy in life. Life is a vanishing space of time, and he alone vanquishes its changing fortunes who lives in contentment. Be content with what God has given you, and you will be the richest of men. If you cannot have what you want, be content with what you have. If all cannot be obtained, a part may be attained. There is relief in despair. CHEERFULNESS God loves a cheerful man. A main part of friendship is cheerfulness. Cheerfulness denotes a generous nature, as a flower denotes fruit. The first duty of a host is cheerfulness. He who is sparing in cheerfulness is more sparing in doing a kindness. A cheerful countenance is a presage of good. A bright face and bright eyes are a greater boon than a rich inheritance. The expression of the eyes shows what is in the heart. An expression of the face may be more eloquent than that of the tongue. The face of an enemy betrays his secret thoughts. No one has ever harboured a secret which may not be discovered by a slip of the tongue or an expression of the face. Hope for good from one who has a beautiful face. A gloomy look is an omen of ill, and a bright face is good news. Life has no cloud to an ignorant man, to one who heeds not past or future events, and to him who deceives himself and constrains his soul to seek and hope for what is impossible. WAR War is an evil thing to both victor and vanquished. It is better to avoid than to make war. The most honourable death is on the battlefield. To die in battle from a thousand cuts of the sword is easier than to die in bed. He who incites soldiers to courage in action is of more value than a thousand fighting men. An army to a king is like wings to a bird. To carry out a well-devised plan in war is more effectual than strokes and thrusts. A battle is fought by feints and stratagems. What an easy thing is a battle to one who looks on at a distance! Patient constancy is the key to victory. Two wolves kill a lion. Two weak men vanquish one that is strong. Beware of aggression in war--for it can lead to no glory in victory. To overcome the weak has all the shame of a defeat. A butcher is not frightened at the sight of a multitude of sheep. To retire from an unsuccessful battle is defeat. Magnanimity to captives, and mercy to the fallen, are a hymn of praise to God for victory. ANGER The first part of anger is madness and the second is regret. Passion and blindness are inseparable mates. Beware of anger, for it ends in the humiliation of apology. Anger leads to all kinds of evil. When you are angry be silent. It is not a trait of noble character to be hasty either in anger or in revenge. The anger of a fool reveals itself in what he says, and the anger of a wise man in what he does. Quarrelsomeness is a contemptible habit. Call not yourself a man so long as you are angry. HATRED, MALICE Of all men God abhors most an implacable enemy. Of all things nothing is so bad as the making of enemies. Of all evils nothing is so hard to be borne as the triumph of an enemy. Rejoice not over a fallen man--he may rise and you may fall. Despise no enemy, however insignificant he may be--see how the shadow of the earth causes an eclipse of the moon, or how a midge brings a tear to the eye of a lion. He who makes enemies shall have many a restless night. He who has many enemies, let him expect a downfall. When anger is repressed by reason of inability to do immediate harm, it retires into the heart in the form of malice and breeds these vices--envy, triumph over the enemy's ill, repulsion of friendly approaches, contempt, slander, derision, personal violence, and injustice. MURDER The first thing which shall be taken up in the Day of Judgment is murder. Man is a building made by God, and he who destroys the building of God shall be demolished. Put no man to undeserved death, for God forbids murder. Announce violent death to the murderer, and poverty to the adulterer, though after a season. ENVY The difference between envy and emulation is, that in the first the desire is for the cessation of a good enjoyed by another, and in the second the desire is for the possession of a similar good. An envious man is angry with God for His favours to other men. Every favoured man is envied. A lordly man is always an object of admiration or of envy. Beware of envy, for it shows itself in you, not in him whom you envy. Envy is a disease for which there is no cure. Envy is a disease which does more harm to the envious than to the envied. All enmity may be overcome except that which comes from envy. There can be no peace in the heart of an envious man. A man cannot be happy if he be malicious, envious, or ill-tempered. Keep your affairs to yourself, for every favoured man is an object of envy. Envy may be cured only by a sure knowledge that it is a cause of much pain to you and no evil to him whom you envy--so you must shun it if you would not be an enemy to yourself and a friend to your enemy. Envy consumes man, as rust corrodes iron. He who strains his neck to look at one above him gets nothing but pain. Envy no man except him who is good. RASHNESS Beware of rashness, for it has well been called the Mother of Regrets. He who acts hastily either makes a blunder, or comes very near it. He who is deliberate is either right, or very nearly so. A hasty act comes from the Evil One, and a deliberate act from God. Haste is the resort of the weak. LAZINESS Hopes are never realised by sloth. A lazy man can never succeed in life. It is one of the signs of weakness to leave things to fate. A lazy man loses what is due to him. Weakness and sloth lead to ruin. A man gets tired of having nothing to do, as he gets tired of work. If work is hard, want of work is a great evil. Youth, riches, and leisure are the great corrupters of life. The head of an idle man is the workshop of Satan. AVARICE, STINGINESS, GREED Avarice and faith in God can never live together in the heart of man. Avarice and ill-nature have no place in the heart of a good man. Avarice is the parent of all evil dispositions. The riches of an avaricious man go either to naught or to an heir. He who is close-fisted shall be treated in a like manner. A man who is miserly to himself cannot be generous to others. An avaricious man is more lavish of his life than of his money. A liberal man lives on his riches, a miser is eaten up by them. A miser lives the life of a poor man in this world, and will be judged as a rich man in the world to come. He who makes his morsel large will be choked. Avarice is the murderer of the miser. Greed is the mate of sorrow. Strong wine is not more destructive to reason than greed. An old man continues to be young in two things--love of money and love of life. COMPLAINT, BLAME To God alone I make my plaint of sorrow and grief (_Koran_ 12, 86). To bewail grief, except to God, is an humiliation. Lamentation is the weapon of the weak. A good man sees his own faults and is blind to the faults of others. Censure your friend by kindness, and return the evil which he may have done to you by acts of favour. To blame a friend is better than to lose him. No man is free from faults. If you count your friend's faults you will have no friend left. An absent man has his apology with him. He who compels you to blame him has made up his mind to forsake you. Open blame is better than secret malice. Blame not, nor boast, until a year and a half shall have passed away. He who has a needle under his arm it will prick him. There is no wood which has no smoke in it. Among all snakes there is not one that is good. You are your own enemy. MARRIAGE The advantages of marriage are purity of life, children, pleasures of home, and the happiness of exertion for the comfort of wife and children. This life is a joy, and its greatest delight is a good wife. An honourable marriage is a stepping-stone to honour. Take a wife not for her beauty, but for her virtues. Chastity united to beauty makes a wife perfect. Three things contribute to long life--a large house, an obedient wife, and a swift horse. The violence of love vanishes soon after marriage. If the love of bride and bridegroom were to endure, the Resurrection Day would be at hand. A man has no portion in the love of women when he becomes grey, or when he loses his fortune. The lover's eye is blind. The disgrace of a woman is abiding. Take the high-road, though it turn; and marry a woman of good birth, though she may have been passed by. Women are the snares of Satan. Happy is the woman who dies before her husband. It is better to have a thousand enemies out of the house than one in it. The girl who has many suitors, and makes no choice of one of them, is doomed to become an old maid. CHILDREN Children are a gift from God. A child is a flower which has come down from Paradise. Nothing is dearer than a child, except a grandchild. When your son is young, train him; when he is grown, make a brother of him. That child is loved most who is young until he is grown up, or sick until he recovers, or absent until he returns home. Your riches and your children are a temptation to you (_Koran_). Happy is the woman who has first daughters, then sons. If you do not train up your child, time will do it. The training of children is like chewing stones. Your riches and children are your enemies--beware of them (_Koran_). The joy of parents in their children prolongs life. Sorrow for a child is a burning fire in the heart. He who is not tender to his child shall find no tenderness in God to him. Your children are not too many for Death, nor is your money too much for a rapacious governor. FILIAL DUTY When your father and mother become old, and you take them into your house, say not a word of impatience to them, nor rebuke them, but speak graciously, and be humble to them, and say: "O my God, be merciful to them, even as they tended me when I was young" (_Koran_). Be dutiful to your father, and your son shall be dutiful to you. He who is ill-mannered to his father will be ill-treated by his son. The good-will of parents procures the good-will of God. The central gate of heaven is open to the man who has been dutiful to his parents. Paradise is open at the command of mothers. You, and all that you have, belong to your father. A daughter is always proud of her father. An unmarried daughter has a broken wing. BROTHERS, RELATIONS A man who has no brother is like one who has a left arm and no right. A brother is a wing. When evil befalls you, you will know the value of a brother. Your brother is he who shares your distress. The same regard is due to the eldest brother from the youngest as that which is due to a parent from his child. God helps him who helps his brother. Who forsakes his brother will be forsaken by God. A man is a mirror in which his brother's likeness is seen. The best man among you is he who is best to his relations. Blood does not become water. Honour your tribe, for they are the wing with which you fly. The measure of a man's greatness is that of his tribe (clan, party). Be friendly to your relations, but do not depend on your relationship. If it were not for my own arm, my mouth would have nothing to eat. FRIENDS, COMPANIONS A friend is a second self and a third eye. A true man is he who remembers his friend when he is absent, when he is in distress, and when he dies. A friend is known only in adversity. If your friend is sweet, do not eat him up. If you would keep a friend, do not lend him money nor borrow from him. Keep to your old friends--your new friends will not be so constant. You may find in a friend a brother who was not born of your mother. The noblest man is he whose friendship may be easily obtained, and whose enmity can be incurred only with difficulty. He is a weak man who can make no friends, and still weaker is he who loses them. When my vine was laden with grapes, my friends were many; when the grapes were finished, my friends disappeared. Friendship may come down by inheritance from ancestors, and so may hatred. Nothing makes us feel so lonely as solitude, and nothing makes us so cheerful as freedom from evil companions. Without human companions, Paradise itself would be an undesirable place to live in. A man's character is judged by the character of his companions. Smoke is no less an evidence of fire than that a man's character is that of the character of his associates. He who associates with a suspected person will himself be suspected. NEIGHBOURS He is a good man who is a good neighbour. No man enters heaven who is a bad neighbour. A good neighbour is he who is not only harmless, but bears harm with patience. Be friends, but do not become neighbours. In social life be as friends, in business as strangers. Prefer a near neighbour to a distant brother. SALUTATION, VISITING Return a salutation by something better, or at least by something as good (_Koran_). A warm greeting renews friendship. Respect is due to a visitor. The best of men is a rich man who visits the poor, and the worst is a poor man who visits the rich. Go a mile to see a sick man, go two miles to make peace between two men, and go three miles to call on a friend. Make your visits short, especially to the sick. To visit too often is tiresome to your friends, and to visit too rarely is less than what is due to friendship. Your calls will be best appreciated when they are seasonable and not too frequent. Too much familiarity is a cause of coolness among friends. Do not associate much with men; if you do, shut your eyes to their faults, and bear consequent trouble. LOVE OF COUNTRY AND HOME Love of one's own country is a religious duty. A true man yearns towards his native country, and longs for his home as a lion longs for his lair. It is a sign of sound judgment when the heart craves for country and home. He is better to suffer hardship in one's own country than to enjoy ease in a foreign land. God blesses the land which is loved by its people. As a nurse who has brought you up, has a special claim on you, so has your country. He is an unwise man who alienates himself from his country and home. If it were not for love of country, unhappy lands would be desolate. It is an honour to you to love the land and house where you were born. An old man is most comfortable in his own house. TRAVELLING In travelling you will find health and profit. If water stagnates long it becomes foul. A roaming dog is better than a couching lion. During a journey a man's character is weighed and revealed. The day on which a journey is begun is half the journey done. HEALTH Health is a crown on the head of the hale, invisible except to the sick. Sound health is beyond all price. The greatest gift to man is a long healthy life. If there be anything more valuable than life, it is sound health. It is wonderful that the envious see not the blessing of good health. No man appreciates the worth of health until he is afflicted with disease. If your dinner is light, your dreams will be pleasant. So long as the head is free from trouble, the body will be sound. YOUTH AND OLD AGE An old man among his people is like a prophet sent from God. To venerate old age is to revere God. Youth is a kind of madness. The wisest young men are they who follow the good example of the old, and the most foolish old men are they who follow the bad example of the young. It is the duty of every one to be tender to the young and respectful to the old. An old man should not give up his old habits, nor take to new ones. An old man speaks of what he has seen, and a young man speaks of what he has heard. Grey hairs are a sign of wisdom, and are beautified by reverence. A hoary head is a rich cream churned by long years. Grey hairs are a message from the other world. After old age there is nothing but infirmity or death. An old man cries out, "O that youth would return for a day, that I might relate to it what the roll of years has done to me!" The hair often becomes white, not from the succession of years, but from a succession of evils. Life is a parting shadow and youth a departing guest. When a young man says he is hungry, believe him; but when he says he is tired, do not believe him. DEATH All life ends in death. When I see all paths leading men unto death, and no paths leading from death unto us--no traveller there ever returning--not one of ages past ever remaining--I see that I also shall assuredly go where they have gone. If death be surely inevitable, be not a fool and die a coward's death. Death is a cup which every man must drink, and the grave a door which every man must enter. If we are hastening to death, why all this impatience with the ills of life? This life is a sleep, the life to come is a wakening; the intermediate step between them is death, and our life here is a disturbed dream. He who dreads the causes of death, they will surely seize him--do what he will to evade them. Death, so far as one can see, strikes at random, killing the man whom he hits, and leaving the man whom he misses to old age and decrepitude. Death covers all faults. APPENDIX WHAT IS RIGHTEOUSNESS? "Righteousness is not that ye turn your faces [in prayer] to the east or west; but righteousness is to him who believeth in God and the Last Day, and Angels, and Revealed Books, and Prophets; who giveth cheerfully from his substance to kinsmen, orphans, the needy, the wayfarer, and to them that ask; who freeth the prisoner and the slave; who offereth prayers at their appointed times, and giveth the ordained alms; to them who fulfil the covenants to which they have bound themselves, and who are patient in times of distress, and pain, and struggle: these are they who are sincere [in religion], and who fear to do evil (_Koran_ 2, 172)." This fine passage from the Koran is considered by Moslem commentators as the most comprehensive statement of the duties of man: "Sound faith, a good social life, and right culture of the soul" (El-Beidaway). _Instructions of Ali Ibn-abi Talib, the first Khalif to his son_--"My son, fear God both secretly and openly; speak the truth, whether you be calm or angry; be economical, whether you be poor or rich; be just to friend and foe; be resigned alike in times of adversity and prosperity. My son, he who sees his own faults has no time to see the faults of others; he who is satisfied with the allotments of Providence does not regret the past; he who unsheaths the sword of aggression will be killed by it; he who digs a pit for his brother will fall into it; he who forgets his own sin makes much of the sin of another; he who takes to evil ways will be despised; he who commits excesses will be known to do them; he who associates with the base will be subject to constant suspicion; he who remembers death will be content with little in this world; he who boasts of his sins before men, God will bring him to shame." THE EXPERIENCES OF AN OLD MAN "I have heard many sermons and had many counsels, but I have heard no preacher so effective as my grey hairs, and no counsellor so effectual as the voice of my own conscience. I have eaten the most choice food, and drunk the best kinds of wine, and enjoyed the love of the most beautiful women; but I found no pleasure so great as that of sound health. I have swallowed the bitterest food and drink, but I found nothing so bitter as poverty. I have worked at iron and carried heavy weights, but I found no burden so heavy as that of debt. I have sought wealth in all its forms, but found no riches so great as those of contentment." EIGHT MEN WHO DESERVE TO BE SLAPPED ON THE FACE He who despises a man of power; he who enters a house uninvited and unwelcomed; he who gives orders in a house not his own; he who takes a seat above his position; he who speaks to one who does not listen to him; he who intrudes on the conversation of others; he who seeks favours from the ungenerous; and he who expects love from his enemies. FORBEARANCE The following story is related by Arabian authors of Ma'an Ibn-Zaidah, who, from a humble origin, rose to be Governor of Irak. The story is probably not altogether historical, but it shows the high ideal of Arab moralists as regards forbearance and gentleness. An Arab of the desert, who had heard much of the great gentleness of Ibn-Zaidah, came one day to try him. Entering abruptly into his presence he addressed him thus (in verse): "Rememberest thou when thy bed-covering was a sheepskin and thy sandals made of camel-skin?" _Ma'an_ answers (in prose): Yes, I remember, and I have not forgotten it. _The Arab_. Praise be to God, who hath given thee a great rule, and taught thee how to sit on a throne! _Ma'an_. Yes, praise to Him in every condition of life! _Arab_. Never shall I greet Ma'an as an emir should be greeted! _Ma'an_. Greeting is an ordinance among Arabs in which you are free to take what form you like. _Arab_. An Emir who eats sweet pastry in secret, and entertains his guest with barley bread! _Ma'an_. The food is our own: we eat what we like and give others what we like. _Arab_. I shall leave a land in which thou dwellest, and depart, though the hand of Fortune is hard upon me. _Ma'an_. Brother Arab, if thou stay, thou art welcome; and if thou depart, peace go with thee. _Arab_. Son of shame, give me something for my journey, for I have decided to go. _Ma'an_ (_to his treasurer_): Give him a thousand pieces of money. _Arab_. Noble prince, I have heard much of thy great forbearance, and came only to try thee. Thy gentleness is indeed very great, and has no like among men. I pray God that thy life may be long, and thy forbearance be ever a noble example to which men may look up! TRUTHFULNESS TO TRUST The following historical incident is related by Arab authors as the highest example of faithfulness to trust. Al-Samau'al (Samuel) was the emir of a Jewish tribe in Southern Arabia, shortly before the time of Mohammed. A friend of his, before setting out on a journey, left with him some very fine mailed armour. This friend was killed in a battle, and one of the kings of Syria demanded the arms. Al-Samau'al refused to give them up except to the rightful heir, and the king laid siege to him in one of his fortresses. One day his son fell into the hands of the enemy, and the king threatened to kill him if the arms were not given up. Again he refused, and from the turrets of the castle saw his son put to death. The siege was soon after raised, and the arms were delivered to the heirs of his friend. TRUTHFULNESS TO PLEDGE The terms of surrender at the capture of Jerusalem by Saladin, in 1187, were that the Crusaders should retire with their goods from that city to one of the garrisoned ports which were held by the Franks, on the payment of ten pieces of gold for each man. As they were filing out of the city, and handing in their ransom-money, Saladin and his generals looked on, watching the proceedings. The patriarch's turn came, and he was followed by a number of mules laden with much treasure. Saladin made no sign, but his generals said: "Sire, the conditions of surrender were for private property, not for such treasures of money, which we urgently need for carrying on the war." To this appeal he replied: "No, I have pledged my word, and for the ten pieces of gold agreed upon he shall be free." But just as he was so strictly truthful to his word, he was equally severe in exacting the same truthfulness from his foes. Thus after the great battle of Hittin, when the Crusading army was utterly crushed, a large number of prisoners fell into his hands, including the King of Jerusalem and Count Raymond de Chatillon, Governor of Kerak, to the east of the Jordan. The count was a bad, dishonourable man, and had (not long before) shamelessly violated an armistice, and fallen on a defenceless Moslem caravan which was passing through his province, killing the men and seizing their property. When Saladin heard of this base breach of the laws of war he was furious, and vowed that if this perfidious prince should ever fall into his power, he would kill him with his own hand; and now the count was his prisoner. The day of battle, in the month of August, had been very hot, and the Crusaders, with their heavy coats of mail, and without a drop of water to drink, had suffered terribly from thirst. The tents of Saladin were pitched near the Lake of Tiberias, and when the king and the count were brought in, the king asked for a drink of water--which Saladin at once ordered. A large goblet of iced water was handed to him, and after quenching his thirst he passed the cup to the count. Saladin looked on, but said nothing until the count had finished drinking, and he then said to him: "I gave no orders for drink for you; if I had, your life would have been safe by our laws of hospitality. But you are a bad, faithless man, who broke the terms of our truce, and you shall now suffer the death which you deserve," and with one stroke of his scimitar he cut off his head. He then sent for the Knights of St. John, of whom there were about a thousand prisoners, and said to them: "So far as you have been brave warriors, and cost the Moslems many a man, I have nothing to say; but you have not been fair and honourable in our wars, nor true to your engagements, and I now offer you the option of Islam or death." To a man they all chose death in preference to adopting a faith which they hated; and so they were led to the shores of the lake and there beheaded. More than seven hundred years after these tragic events, William II., the present Emperor of Germany, who is a descendant of the Crusading Princes, and a Knight of the Brandenburg branch of the order of St. John, came to Damascus in 1898; and one of the first things he did there was to visit the tomb of Saladin, and lay on it a wreath of flowers. It was a generous and beautiful and well-deserved tribute to the memory of a truly great man, from whom the Christian nations of his times learned much of their chivalry and truthfulness to their pledged word. A THANKFUL OLD MAN Two old men, who had been friends in early youth, met after an interval of many years. A cordial greeting ensued, and then one of them asked the other: "How old are you now?" He said: "Thank God, I am in good health." "Are you well-off in worldly goods?" "Thank God, I am in debt to no man." "Have you any special trouble of mind?" "Thank God, I have no young children." "Have you any enemies?" "Thank God, I have no near relations." THE THREE SORTS OF HAPPY MEN In two verses of poetry, Al-Mutanabbi, one of the greatest Arabian poets and philosophers, reduces the number of happy men to three classes. They have been paraphrased and put into English verse by a friend, as follows: To three life seems a summer sky: The first who has no mind to know The heights and depths of life below, Nor ever asks the reason why. The second he to whom life's sum Is self at ease; who never lets The past disturb with dark regrets, Nor hopes and fears from days to come. The third who, led by fancies crude, In scorn of truth, deceived at heart, Makes fruitless dreams his better part, And hollow hopes the highest good. CYNICAL VIEWS OF LIFE Abu'l-Ala was another great poet-philosopher. He lost his sight from small-pox early in life, was a cynic and pessimist, and may have often been copied by Omar Khayyam. He refers to his affliction and to the fact that he lived and died an unmarried man (so as to have no children) in a well-known verse: "Here am I--wronged by my father Who gave me birth--while I have done wrong to no one." Some of his poetry has been put into English quatrains by Ameen F. Rihany, in imitation of Omar Khayyam's _Rubaiyat_, and the following, from the _Quatrains of Abu'l-Ala_, are a few striking examples: "What boots it, in my creed, that man should moan In Sorrow's Night, or sing in Pleasure's Dawn? In vain the doves all coo on yonder branch, In vain one sings or sobs: lo! he is gone. So solemnly the Funeral passes by! The march of Triumph, under this same sky. Trails in its course--both vanish into Night: To me are one, the Sob, the Joyous Cry. Many a grave embraces friend and foe, And grins in scorn at this most sorry show; A multitude of corses passed therein-- Alas! Time almost reaps e'er he doth sow! How oft around the Well my Soul would grope Athirst; but lo! my Pail was without Rope: I cried for Water, and the deep, dark Well Echoed my wailing cry, but not my hope. The door of What-May-Be none can unlock, But we can knock and guess, and guess and knock: Night sets her glittering sail, and glides along, Ship-like; but where, O Night-ship, is thy dock? Oh, when will Fate come forth with his decree, That I might clasp the cool clay, and be free? My Soul and Body, wedded for a while, Are sick, and would that separation be. If miracles were wrought in bygone years, Why not to-day, why not to-day, O seers? This Leprous Age most needs a healing hand, Oh, why not heed his cries, and dry his tears?" MISCELLANEOUS PROVERBS He who treats you as he treats himself does you no injustice. He who lives on expectations dies in poverty. Three things are no disgrace to man--to serve his guest, to serve his horse, and to serve in his own house. Extremes are a mistake--a middle course is the best. When the cooks are many the food is spoiled. When a ship has two captains it will sink. Tie the ass where his owner wants. Be a slave to truth--the slave to truth is a freeman. No bravery in war can withstand overwhelming numbers. If God gives you, give you to others. A horseman has ever an open grave before him. Confide not in a friend until you have tried him, and fight no enemy until you have sufficient power. A prudent man is right though he perisheth, and a reckless man is wrong though he cometh out safely. Trust not in present prosperity, for it is a departing guest. Reserve the white coin for the black day. If it be in your power to do harm to your enemy--do it not, but forgive him and win his thanks. The eye cannot contend with pointed steel. Be cautious even where you are most sure. Poverty is a chain which restrains men from doing much evil. If you would know what a man hath, look not to what he gains but to what he spends. Nothing can be concealed except that which is not. The best friend is he who changeth not with the changes of time. Every rule has exceptions. The most unjust man to himself is he who humbles himself to one who hates him, and he who praises one whom he does not know. When you do a kindness, make a small thing of it, though it be a great; and when you receive a kindness, make much of it, though it be small. Idle hands are unclean. This world is honey mixed with poison--a joy inseparable from sorrow. If you are ignorant, inquire; if you stray, return; if you do wrong, repent; and if you are angry, restrain yourself. _Printed by Hazell, Watson & Viney, Ld., London and Aylesbury, England._ 
5329	----	Copyright (C) 2002 by L.M. Wong Dommy dominaeprimus@yahoo.com PoPHILO Dommy PRELUDE THINKERS IN THEIR OWN WORDS DISPLAY AND CONVEY THE DEPTH OR SHALLOWNESS OF THEIR OWN AND SO SHALL BE PILLORIED OR ACCLAIMED BY THEIR OWN THOUGHTS. THERE IS IMMENSITY IN SPARSENESS AND SPARSENESS IN IMMENSITY. PoPHILO POPULAR PHILOSOPHY Dommy 1.Better to be a willing servant to our mind than an unwilling slave to a tyrant?s will. 2.The physical self and mind as willing servants to a worthy cause is a form of devotion. The physical self and mind as unwilling slaves to a despised cause is physical and spiritual violation. 3.Controlled freedom is externally induced refrain, discretion and responsibility .It is only when we are given the sovereignty of freewill do we realise our susceptibility and vulnerability. 4.If a soothsayer predicts negative events in our lives, use freewill to avoid them. If a soothsayer predicts positive events in our lives ,use freewill to fulfil them. 5.We should all generate our own knowledge not just absorb all that we have learned. In order to attain our full intellectual potential ,we need both the scholar and innovator in us. 6.When at last we realise how much we?ve lost when things have passed, we have grasped both wisdom and folly. 7.A pessimist is plagued by dark vision. An optimist is embraced by clear hope .A practical realist has both dark vision and clear hope . 8.Sweeping statements are uninsured ventures offering high risks of swallowing our words and pride. 9.The course of one?s life is like a quest for a masterpiece. It hinges on just the right intensity and apt strokes. 10.The best we thought we were at earlier times are sometimes not as good as the best stage we are at now. Being at one?s best depends on the time scale it is judged on. We peak differently at different times. All our peak points are the summits of their own time. 11.A mortal fact here : Those who live within the century they were born in and never get to see the next or those fortunate enough to see the next. 12.Clich�s that we cannot do without are not clich�s but language essentials. 13.Anxiety to the mind is akin to a fractured leg to the body. 14.To maintain constant levels of alertness, for the prolific mind ; repose while for the sedentary mind ; stimulation. 15.Moderate amounts of guidelines in convention and etiquette ensures that civilization behaves in civil fashion. Excessive amounts of convention and etiquette converts life into ritualistic enslavement of thought and action. 16.If you don?t know nothing you know something. 17.One insists because of truth. One insists because of prejudice. 18.Experience is when something becomes easier, more predictable with less surprises with our ability to discern those worth cherishing and those only worth during their fleeting hour. 19.Innovation may spell the demise of erstwhile techniques which were innovations of yesteryears or just muffle them. The possibility of revamps, revivals cannot be overruled entirely be they in similar, related or different fields of interest. Nostalgia has its charms. 20.In order to be profound in thoughts the mind must be liberated from the immediate reality of trifles. 21.The inexperienced and strong pour all their power to complete a task. The experienced and not as strong place their power where it?s needed. 22.There are those who are weak with strong will and those strong with weak will. 23.Sharing is to be aware that we are not the absolute owner and to attune ourselves to the pendulum cycle of holding and releasing. 24.Communication isn?t confined to mere expression. Communication involves discretion and sensitivity as well to connotations and subtleties. 25.A wizened head is not necessarily a wise one, vice-versa. 26.To be educated with what we know and to expect them in a particular form only is to be unprepared for exceptions. 27.Innovation brings changes to lifestyle , technology and attitude too. 28.To be comfortable with Falsehood is to be uneasy with Truth. 29.If conventional methods bind us in a knot , let innovation undo it. 30.If conformity fills the world, inventiveness shapes it. 31.If conformity follows the charted course, innovation plots it. 32.Tradition is a method to get fledglings and elders involved. For a while, regardless of seniority ,they are united by a common cause. 33.Daring, recklessness and folly are discerned by the odds, rational thought and degree of desperation. 34.Observe interests before resolving the conflict. 35.Meet your Maker with readiness and anticipation , honour and humility , knowledge and receptiveness ,forgiveness in soul , remorse for vices , joy for virtues and devoted willingness to be of service to the Omnipotent. 36.Some interpretations of morality and immorality change as humanity evolves while the absolutes remain. 37.We labour for ourselves and for others. 38.Trends are variants and possibilities. They dock at the harbours of fashion and drift away to the sea of pass�. From obscurity sometimes they do return. Direction lies not there. Direction lies in rudiments upon which trends were moulded. 39.Unbridled discerning divides us. 40.To know much of everything is extraordinary. To know much of something or someone is a common norm. 41.Most of the time a-know-it-all is a know-less-than-all. 42.Having just adequate knowledge to exist is like being familiar with our own dwelling. But once outside ,we become ignorant strangers. 43.Let us live and understand not just mere pride from knowing about things. 44.Search within and discover that ...we know more than we think ...we know less than we think ...we are less than what we think we are ..we are greater than what we think we are 45.It is a terrible affliction to underestimate and overestimate ourselves frequently. 46.An identical replacement should be deemed as such without undue expectations for it to resemble or be what was lost or unattainable. To have a substitute subjected to endless comparisons brings agony and disillusionment. 47.Withholding, releasing, utilising and non utilising information exacerbates or brings peace. 48.To shape one?s own methods and principles , observe others. From that emerges one?s identity with tolerance and understanding of others. 49.The best way to honour and cherish is to treasure and remember it at its finest. 50.It is great to be flawlessly felicitous for the moment. It is greater to be relevant always. 51.Blood is the fluid of life. Water is the fluid for sustaining life. 52.Two options to attain greatness and awareness. One, through conspicuous actions .Two, through inconspicuous means. 53.We realise mistakes ...while it?s been made ...after it has been made ...after been informed ...after admonishment ...after been criticised ...after its consequences have befallen us ...before its occurrence 54.Acknowledgement comes while we are here or when we have left. 55.Opportunity is not a one way traffic flow. There are times when others and events create opportunities for us. In our time of need, magnanimity , obligation or circumstantial twists of events, we create opportunities for others. 56.Having an interest in a certain subject covers more than academic pursuits. Practical pursuits come to play too. It can be a possession of something with the potential to augment progress in a particular sector or more. 57.Interest may lead to growth or decline, conception or doom to those affected. 58.When we realise that we are misfits in other matters, console ourselves with our strengths. 59.It is not easy being a perfectionist. The mind has to live up with the demands of the heart?s desire, the form has to toil while the conscience has to answer whether to live with a flaw or eradicate it even if it means more effort. The restless heart searches constantly for improvement. The final attainment and result of work is left for the perfectionist to regard it as worth every iota of distress, sacrifice , struggle and rumination invested or else the set up is undone and rebuilt again. 60.Thinking is the means of marshalling our dormant memory, facts , ideas and dreams while we coax them to form a cohesive logical fluxion. 61.Endurance and Faith are required in the advance into uncertainty for they are our defiant impetus of resistance which pit against tempting surrender. 62.Rational judgment and discretion are imperative in an age when sources of knowledge provide contradictory accounts. It aids those who are bemused and buried in the quagmire of indecision. 63.Seekers seek for ...the purpose of conquering ...the purpose of cherishing ...for the sake of seeking ...in order to destroy 64.Bellicose seekers will be met with opposition while the one who comes in peace will be greeted with cooperation. 65.Public opinion is what society considers you to be. Reputation is what you have done to enable associates , rivals and strangers to consider you to be. Self-esteem is what you consider yourself to be . 66.Artists create ...what they think the public want .... for the joys of creating ...what they think that the public should see ... according to their whims ...exactly what the public want ... or things which will invite controversy ...for the sake of creating ... for the sake of their sanity. 67.It is much easier to yearn and possess than to cherish and preserve. 68.WHAT CAUSES CONFLICT ? Differing points of view and no middle road for both to tread. 69.Actions are impulses and thoughts brought to the physical realm. 70.Curb fears that immobilise us. Value and harness those which mobilise us. 71.Sometimes the way to peace is to just accept the state of things. 72.The ability to adapt, learn , to be adept and improvise are methods used for mastering situations .The ability to amass possibilities are methods of altering or avoiding situations in which we were cast in. 73.We may not welcome old age yet we ought to welcome wisdom from experience. 74.Among us are those who treasure their childhood and wish to be children and innocent. There are those who treasure adulthood .There are those willing to remain in the world of adolescent joys and pain. 75.Be calm if one is as wise as one ought to be. Fear not if one is wiser too. Fear when one is less than one ought to be. 76.Situations influence our mood. We cannot deny that our moods do exist. We are all moody people. 77.Fear for yourself and for others if you have no control over destructive impulses. 78.A perfectionist can be one who demands perfection from oneself and/or from others. Demands for perfection may be constant or occasional , realistic or otherwise while dealing with human or technological limitations . 79.Swearing to keep secrets is easy. To refrain ourselves from disclosing is the challenge. 80.Sometimes it is the average person with common sense who puts things right not experts weighed down by their theories and principles. 81.It is easy to disclose a secret. It is hard to live with the fact of having done so. 82.Past brushes with fright make either the coward or the brave. 83.The make does not make a person. 84.There are times when changes appear to threaten our plans. They are sometimes inevitable. At times it is our less than perfect ideals which are threatened and to alter them will be to our advantage later. 85.Better to transform faces of the present and deal with the tide of approaching time than undo an established past . 86.Truth can be blurred but its persistence ensures that its implications will not be shrouded indefinitely. Truth outlives schemers . 87.Deny truth and believe delusions. Deny truth and be hounded by its legitimacy .Deny truth but later come to terms with it. 88.We retain the exterior and keep the core vice-versa . Keep both core and exterior or discard both for new. 89.If one searches and discovers common links in the mesh of basic principles , dissimilarity floats on the surface and similarity is submerged below. 90.Conformity tries to cajole individuality to apologise for its uniqueness. 91.If our expressions of individuality in no way transgress human laws or God?s ,there is no basis to demand for a renouncement or recant. 92.It is best that we allow not ourselves to be stunted by well worn methods and well tried ways. Time will tell as to when we are secure and confident enough to venture out from the narrow sphere. 93.If you have been spared certain labour, use the time allocated to your leisure for self evaluation and elevation . 94.It is not adequate to just grow wiser. Disseminate your work so others may derive the same joys as well. 95.The question is laid to every person. Will one travel along the lighted or darkened passage ? 96.Sense of duty comes in various forms. Whatever the preference or nature the end is for some benefit. 97.Society tends to consider us... ...too much of certain things too little of others ...capable of certain things incapable of others ...knowledgeable of some and ignorant of certain things ...should be certain things and not be others ...apt for some and inappropriate for others ...too early for certain things too late for others ...just about right for some others. 98.Desire, goals and interest are among those which have another in place when fulfilled. 99.It takes varying doses of effort to end below, equal to or grander than the manner in which we have started. 100. Biological and mental age has a bearing towards our ambitions and enthusiasm not just the environment. One extract does not make a compound. 101.Philosophy is the sum of experience and knowledge regarding a matter or a scope of matters compressed into blocks of wisdom or expressed in a full length treatise form. 102.What seems to be the start or the end may turn out to be a brief term , long term or perpetual existence of a state. 103.The measure of courage is based on the manner in which we confront the actual event or how one comes to grips with the outcome. 104.We know that we have become more discerning in taste when we are more selective, are no longer smitten or persuaded by one of its elements . We appreciate the entirety. 105.If what that has been expressed does not correspond with what has been done, language is unnecessary and superfluous. 106.When one has nothing to say it is time to reflect on that state of emptiness. 107.There are those who want to prove themselves. There are those who never wanted to. There are those without the chance to do so. There are those who have done so. There are those who go on until enough has been done . 108.There are ...those who are not ...those who want to be ...those who do not want to ...those who will never be ...those who will be ...those who think they are ...those trying to be ...those who nearly are ...those who are 109.Banalities are the light and mundane touches to life. They do not make the larger picture but they assist in completing it. 110.Sleep?s a cure and a disease. Sleep?s a necessity and an addiction. Sleep?s a willing servant and a temptor. Sleep clears the mind and muddles the head. 111.What we perceive as tools of leisure are another?s tools of trade. 112.There are people. There are names. We are known by them. We build them, we besmirch them. We create and alter them. We are proud or embarrassed of them. We remember or forget them. We honour, ridicule, criticise or dishonour them. We play with them, use, abuse and share them. 113.To be fearful and survive, to have confronted countless deaths and lived, breeds strength and calm nurtured by mastery of terror and vulnerability. 114.Victory and euphoria by itself is ephemeral. The spoils and the future matter more. 115.At times we have to clear the conscience that we have expended our most fervent efforts. 116.Sometimes the passage to comprehension is to derive first hand experience. Sometimes it is done through other sources. In any method, dedication is vital. 117.When there?s madness there?s chaos and consequences. When there is craving there is desire. When there?s madness and desire there breeds frenzy and obsession. Reality is lost. 118.When there is a dream there is a drive. Where there are principles you can find conviction. When there is dedication there is responsibility. Where there is consideration, there breeds caution and care. There is a sense of reality. 119.Be one?s life prominent or inconspicuous, hectic or laid back, complex or simple, matters not. Whether one sees the pattern of occurrence and truth matters. 120.A power failure is a bright flash which put us in the dark. 121.It is personal opinion which must be curtailed for fair judgment. Only those who laud or maul know the extent of their personal opinions in their judgment. 122.Those who appreciate most are those who understand best. 123.The world is a hive of variety and we beings of variety. 124.Perspiration forms not only upon the brow of those who toil. The anxious, fearful, industrious, weary, and relieved have the salt on them too. 125.If nothing is of importance , we would not take anything or be taken seriously. 126.When the initial passion had waned, conviction with rational reason sustain interest. 127.In order to atone for past misdeeds, at times, the peace offering comes with a returned opportunity. 128.We back away to avoid involvement, back away to watch. We back away when threatened, back away when instinct tells us. We back away when it?s time to leave, when we care enough for another to manage on their own. 129.You have to be either strong or weak enough to turn your back from something. 130.In most cases, it is poor perception that hinders, not physical impediment. 131.At the commencement, new findings come to us in abundance. At later stages when a sizeable amount had been unearthed, they come at a slower pace. 132.When we worry because of the dearth of things to ruminate on, we have found a chunk to ponder on. Closest things at hand are too often disregarded. 133.We ought to be grateful for all the circumstances which enabled us to attain and those which inspired us. 134.Choices are made according to varying mixtures of rational reasoning and emotions. 135.To bear with resentment is difficult .To take our leave from its misery is happy relief. 136.Repetition enhances appreciation and zeal or heightens annoyance and aversion. 137.To keep is to impede or nurture. To keep is to destroy or preserve. 138.Awareness is not only exploring the inner self but the outer environment as well. 139.We go in pursuit for many aims, to learn, to inflate the ego, to serve a cause, to heighten the reputation, to capture, to treasure, to harm and to protect. 140.There is cost involved in both victory and defeat. 141.What others think of us may or may not be what they thought of us previously. What others think of us may or may not be what we think ourselves to be. 142.From what we know, we can decrease or augment, deplete or replenish, waste or retain, discourage or nurture , obliterate or create. 143.Whether one?s labours are rewarded with favour or spurned, whatever the outcome, one ought to be consoled with the comfort that the execution of our labours were made under the cover of probabilities and guided by clarity of conscience. 144.Sometimes gestures and silence are the most apt communication. 145.Far better to give a sterling performance without an audience rather than to an unappreciative one. 146.Where love resides there is a bond. Where there?s a bond it may not always have love as company. 147.When love is no more, mutual respect and tolerance are left. When these due to friction are depleted, parting is best. 148.Rage so long as it reigns, obscures profundity of all else but raging fever. 149.Our scars and hurt have tales to tell. They are part of the cost of living and experience. 150.Faith is trust. 151.In the imperfect cosmos, enhancement of one feature comes with depletion or sacrifice of another. 152.When we serve for gain or from generosity, we still have to put up with some personal discomfort. 153.One stroke of a thread ferrying needle undoes a stitch. One potent stroke of a drug carrying needle undoes a life. 154.If matters were simpler, there would be more trust, less elaborate schemes and less reading between the lines. 155.If we view valid individualism and idiosyncrasies as unacceptable, then being ourselves is tantamount to an illegal act. 156.At times scarcity and limitations bring about excellence. 157.Our passion indicates our commitment .How our passion consumes and endures testify to the intensity of conviction. 158.To be exceptional may mean being at the extreme ends of classification. 159.It takes effort to create well, duplicate well and emulate well. 160.As we progress what were once seen as luxuries become necessities. 161.To be ennobled through age is a reward. To be debased in character as we age is a shame. 162.No one relishes the ill mannered fledgling or elder. 163.We all play our part towards the well being of civilization. 164.When you fear yourself you will fear your own shadow. When you fear for yourself, you will also fear your own shadow. 165.There is order in disorder when feuding factions champion similar causes. 166.There is pain and relief in both holding on and letting go. 167.For most, fantasy?s encroachment into reality is better received than reality?s rude burst into fantasy. 168.Most would wish to stay with fond fantasies if there are no fond realities. When and where there are fond realities to live with, there we shall stay. 169.It is not sufficient to have one?s facts precise but also to be sure of them and ourselves. 170.In anger it is too easy to draw exaggerated stereotypical conclusions. It takes sensitivity towards conscience and a vigorous spirit to resolve objectively. 171.Circumstances and distractions make the weary and wary fair game. 172.Reality deals with what is. Fantasy deals with what might be even if it is impossible. 173.There is dignity and greatness in the grand and humble. Our eyes need to seek the less obvious for our minds to appreciate them. 174.The pace with which we go about our work manifest calm or alarm. 175.Being immersed in concentration is like tuning out in order to tune in. 176.We came here unsoiled. Our misdeeds soil us. 177.Our struggles wear us away, our passions invigorate us. 178.Society spares neither those who speak too much or those who speak little. 179.A wrinkled brow should not be the price of temporary discomfort. 180.When we try overzealously to be proper in appearance and manners, we at times overdo it to the extent that we end up apologising and blushing over matters which are normal and natural. 181.Let?s face it, not all are compensated equally in material comforts for their troubles. 182.The measure of strength is the volume of abuse which it is capable of withstanding. 183.Some buckle under pressure , some buckle under excessive sweetness. 184.To see truth , we have to see through deceit. 185.One is charred by one?s torch when one is snuffed by the flame of one?s passion. 186.There is the disquiet of unease in either knowing or not knowing. There is the ease of calm knowing and not knowing. 187.Confusion brings forth fear, fear brings forth confusion. 188.In a serious surrounding, we tune in with ease to the significant. In a mundane surrounding , we have to wait for revelations from banalities to help us delve into significance. 189.There is a drive to action or to the brake of passivity when we are overly anxious. 190.Familiarity tends to make us take things for granted while the unknown cautions us . 191.By using our strength we can either do a lot of good or a lot of damage to ourselves or to our surroundings. 192.We appreciate by preserving, devouring, using and by being careful. 193.Control is present in creation and destruction. 194.Credit is given or withheld when justified or otherwise, when expected or otherwise and when under obligation. 195.If we persist against reason, it is like dehydrating a parched desert. 196.There are fantasies which deserve a shot at reality and those which should remain as they are. 197.There are realities which we are thankful for and those which we wished had stayed as unfulfilled fantasies. 198.Fantasies are stakes in a world of intangibles. 199.For the preservation of sanity we reach for relief from orthodox and unorthodox quarters. 200.To stray is to lose or to find. 201.Uncomprehended text are just blots on matter which ignorance is unable to decipher. 202.Despite the worth of a piece of work, if it?s not understood it is worthless or at best a nagging mystery. 203.Be thankful for having both food and shelter during intemperate weather. 204.We forget about others while drunk in our own comforts and pleasures. 205.There are escape artists who perform stunts by liberating themselves from danger. There are escape artists who perform stunts by shirking responsibility. 206.We are given the option to etch our niche in humankind?s odyssey as those who follow the paved path or as those who hacked their own. 207.Fiction is when one?s work is courted by reality and possibility, the logical and illogical. 208.If you want a recital, ask for what one knows. If you wish to witness an accomplishment, ask for what one can do with what one knows. 209.Seek for one and you shall find many. Accept one and you shall accept many. 210.One can only caution oneself or another if one has foresight, the lessons of experience or knowledge. 211.If we hadn?t been particularly exceptional in a certain matter, compensate for it in others if one is able. 212.The enhancing mask of vanity is a lesser vice compared to the deceptive mask of lies. 213.It takes the higher to make the lesser realise. It takes the lesser to make the higher realise. 214.Paces frantic, moderate or leisurely yield results. 215.Variety, uniformity and contrast is to be found in similar or a myriad of elements. 216.There is control in bursts of energy or in composure. 217.We think of things which we believe and do not believe. 218.Reality is as normal or ludicrous as the events which shape it. 219.Keeping ourselves alert is the easiest, most natural and challenging thing to attempt. 220.Seeing the sane and farcical keep our sanity. Being able to tell the difference assures us of our sanity. 221.Wishing for the worst for others bares the worst in us. 222.To commit ourselves truly, it is best that we make as few pledges as possible. 223.We mostly refrain from requesting assistance because of pride, taciturn nature ,fear or over confidence . 224.Pride is forgotten when one is threatened or desperate. 225.When inspiring thoughts leave us , we lose the fervour. We are left with tokens of achievement and the longing to achieve more. 226.Reverberating thoughts impede or propel. 227.Results are produced through depletion of renewable and non renewable resources. 228.We are spent or revitalised when we give or derive. 229.We are all tied to strings of some sort. Some strings are longer, firmer and more essential than some others. 230.Discretion is found in those with many priorities or in those who understand subtleties of human ways. 231.An act of disregard can set the stage for a succession of similar misdeeds because those in a position to rectify chose not to commit and instead conformed to the state. 234.Praise emboldens, inflates or reddens the cheeks. 233.Relationships are equal and unequal. 234.A question does not necessarily beget an answer. 235.We are noted for ...being in and out of prominence ...our potential to be in or out of prominence 236.We are elated that others understand us. We are uneasy because others comprehend us. 237.The reluctant will not. The reckless will. The rational evaluate. 238.A disguise is a state contrary to the actual or natural state. 239.It is next to impossible trying to assist those who are unwilling to be assisted. 240.Do not venture beyond one?s accustomed depths for the sake of answering a childish challenge. 241.There is ceremony for both our physical advent and departure. 242.Attempts themselves do not manifest righteousness. 243.If we allot too much leeway for others in the running of our lives, we might not get to know ourselves or its potential. 244.We cannot survive solely in the realm of the past, however grand, for the rest of our existence. 245.Awareness come not only from work of others but from our own observation as well. 246.Sanity should not be confused with conformity. 247.A philosopher is one who roams through the wilderness of specifics in order to derive compact and representative generalisations . 248.The fire within heats us to action or burns us to oblivion. 249.Desperation heeds not reason, decorum or consent. 250.We criticise others well and convincingly. Can we do the same for ourselves or will it take another to see the cracks on our crystal ? 251.When one is too enmeshed in light matters, serious matters become heavy burdens. 252.Being out of touch from the familiar makes the return strange. 253.The superfluous are decorations built from the base of essentials. We can add them on or discard them when it pleases us or when prodded by necessity but we cannot dispense with the essentials. 254.How well we perform a task reflects how much we have learned. How well we perform a task reflects our aptitude level. 255.When a situation is prevalent, a deviation is seen as an exception, anomaly or luxury. 256.Life comes to us in fragments .We have to link the pieces to find our place in it. 257.We express knowledge in full, in portions, always or at times. We admit ignorance in full, in portions, always or at times. 258.Process involves cause and transition of former states to that of latter or resulting states and eventual outcome. 259.For one to know intellectual fullness and depth, one must beforehand be submerged in the levity of banality. The two states come in intervals. 260.We develop our intellect by striving to know what others know. We advance our minds by formulating what others know not. 261.Impulse demands for attention .It is our discretion which chooses to see to its needs or to ignore it. 262.We are too preoccupied with singular functions which deal with worldly tasks. It is akin to acknowledging the individual components of a contraption and not the reason for its invention. 263.Philosophy and deep rumination is often ill considered by those in the fever and throes of the rat race. 264.In order to relate to a state, experience of that state comes to play. 265.Some things lose their appeal when they lose their novelty. 266.Be sure to secure the base of or triumph at the time of glory lest it be eroded when it is our turn to face the brink. 267.We regard time spent on a matter only to find it unsuitable for our purpose a waste yet it isn?t for the evolution of thought and concepts have brought us to our present stage besides strengthening our tenacity. 268.A preference may be linked to the emotions or emotional detachment. Preferences may be formulated from practical necessity or the heart?s calling. 269. Bitter or sweet farewells are in synchrony with our emotions at the time. 270.Little bits of misery is found all over existence and it is unevenly distributed. 271.One cannot be dogmatic in a game of cat and mouse. 272.We are victims and beneficiaries of our excesses, austerity and moderation. 273.Between ?could have been? and ?has been? is ? being?. 274.Jadedness is when excitement?s throbs are tempered by experience. 275.Matters past which we had derived from sources other than ourselves is knowledge. Matters past which we have lived through is experience. We have knowledge and experience with us. 276.All worthy actions done were done not in vain. 277.Others know us for what we have done. We know ourselves by what we have done , what we have yet to do , what we are capable of and what we cannot do. 278.All of us devour a form of life in order to sustain our own. 279.One sometimes can have no inkling of a matter until it is one?s turn of fortune to encounter it. 280.One?s taste can be flaunted for show but one?s show is not to everyone?s taste. 281.Some matters serve a specific purpose while there are those which possess relevance always. 282.A humorist has laughter to spare and share. 283.Life cannot be considered seriously by one who sees it as a mere absurdity. 284.Glumness is a disease when and where laughter is infectious. 285.He who laughs last caught the joke last or has a pathetically slow sense of humour. 286.One who conveys a joke cracks it. One who listens catches it. 287.Humour makes the heavy world a lighter one. 288.Humour lightens and brightens up solemnity. 289.It is logical to limit oneself to necessities in lean times. It is thrift to limit oneself to necessities in boom times. 290.A sober approach to birthdays is to consider them as a time for reflection and resolution in place of common revelry. 291.Material with knowledge and wisdom. Material with knowledge but without wisdom. Material which give neither. 292.Thought and conduct are fused as a singular entity in wisdom. 293.If one were to be blamed, be blamed for zeal?s abundance rather than the pathetic lack of it. 294.When one is a compulsive achiever, a person of accomplishment at an earlier than usual phase, one is at a state whereby it would have taken others a much longer time to grasp. For those who prefer to progress gradually , early achievement is a remarkable exception / anomaly. 295.Prudence makes us servants of our needs and anxiety. 296.Confidence lends courage . 297.The beginning of our affection is selfish and self-serving. At its maturity our affection is such that sacrifice becomes a viable option for the welfare and happiness of another. 298.We adapt , adopt and emulate in order to progress and as we progress. 299.We are pained at the point of release for we know what we shall miss. We are indifferent if we do not know of what we shall be deprived of. 300.The extreme ends of involvement are at the fringes of impassioned and detached states. 301.When we are unfamiliar with something, we review it often so that we can assimilate it in our minds and to accustom our thoughts with it. When we are familiar with something we become well versed enough to kid around with it. 302.We were born as dots among masses. We try to leave as complete sentences. Yet the length of our trail hangs heavily upon circumstances. 303.We may holler out loud. We may be heard by all. All comes to nought till another answers the call. 304.Our tongues make things great and ordinary sound as they are or contrary to their significance and nature. 305.Waiting can be brief respite from outcome or torment of outcome?s uncertainty. 306.Vision to create a cause. Conviction to stay and Effort to pursue it. 307.Dissatisfaction fuels both beneficial and destructive effects. 308.Carbonated drink makers are a jolly lot. They are in a bubbly profession. 309.Critics whine, critics praise, critics appraise, critics condemn , critics dismiss , critics ignore , critics avoid. 310.We complain of work which drain us and we complain of a lack of work. 311.We can say what we really wish to. What hinders our speech are variables in circumstances and its retinue of effects . 312.We recall because there was a yesterday and it has passed. We do because we have today and it passes but once. We plan because we believe in tomorrow and it will come to pass. 313. It is the tempered soul that outlasts the fury of the pyre, the mortality of the flesh, the vicissitudes of fancies, impermanence of favours, the narcissism of vanity and the intransigence of factions. For awhile, and while it lasts, the soul wears the godhead and inspiration, and it sees the wisdom withheld from foolishness and the dues of virtues. How one wishes to have that crowning wisdom, on the strength of our worthiness, unhindered by our most personal and private of pitfalls. 
33979	----	SEBASTIAN MELMOTH [OSCAR WILDE] London Arthur L. Humphreys 1911 (Miscellaneous aphorisms, followed by The Soul of Man.) The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. Women are made to be loved, not to be understood. It is absurd to have a hard and fast rule about what one should read and what one shouldn't. Moren than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn't read. Women, as someone says, love with their ears, just as men love with their eyes, if they ever love at all. It is better to be beautiful than to be good, but it is better to be good than to be ugly. Nothing looks so like innocence as an indiscretion. Misfortunes one can endure, they come from outside, they are accidents. But to suffer for one's faults--ah! there is the sting of life. Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity. Questions are never indiscreet; answers sometimes are. Twenty years of romance make a woman look like a ruin; but twenty years of marriage make her something like a public building. The only thing that one really knows about human nature is that it changes. Anyone can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathise with a friend's success. Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live: and unselfishness is letting other people's lives alone, not interfering with them. A man who does not think for himself does not think at all. Nowadays people seem to look on life as a speculation. It is not a speculation. It is a sacrament. Its ideal is love. Its purification is sacrifice. In old days nobody pretended to be a bit better than his neighbour. In fact, to be a bit better than one's neighbour was considered excessively vulgar and middle class. Nowadays, with our modern mania for morality, everyone has to pose as a paragon of purity, incorruptibility, and all the other seven deadly virtues. And what is the result? You all go over like ninepins--one after the other. All sympathy is fine, but sympathy with suffering is the least fine mode. If you pretend to be good the world takes you very seriously. If you pretend to be bad it doesn't. Such is the astounding stupidity of optimism. It is most dangerous nowadays for a husband to pay any attention to his wife in public. It always makes people think that he beats her when they're alone. The world has grown so suspicious of anything that looks like a happy married life. Actors are so fortunate. They can choose whether they will appear in tragedy or in comedy, whether they will suffer or make merry, laugh or shed tears. But in real life it is different. Most men and women are forced to perform parts for which they have no qualifications. The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast. Men know life too early; women know life too late-that is the difference between men and women. He who stands most remote from his age is he who mirrors it best. There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. Life is not governed by will or intention. Life is a question of nerves and fibres and slowly built-up cells, in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. Man is a being with myriad lives and myriad sensations, a complex, multiform creature that bears within itself strange legacies of thought and passion, and whose very flesh is tainted with the monstrous maladies of the dead. As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter she is perfectly satisfied. There is always something infinitely mean about other people's tragedies. Public and private life are different things. They have different laws and move on different lines. When one is placed in the position of guardian one has to adopt a very high moral tone on all subjects. It's one's duty to do so. I have always been of opinion that a man who desires to get married should know either everything or nothing. An engagement should come on a young girl as a surprise, pleasant or unpleasant, as the case may be. It is hardly a matter that she could be allowed to arrange for herself. If the lower classes don't set us a good example what on earth is the use of them? They seem, as a class, to have absolutely no sense of moral responsibility. If a woman cannot make her mistakes charming she is only a female. The world was made for men and not for women. It is always with the best intentions that the worst work is done. If you wish to understand others you must intensify your own individualism. Why do you talk so trivially about life? Because I think that life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about it. What a pity that in life we only get our lessons when they are of no use to us. It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating. Relations are simply a tedious pack of people who haven't got the remotest knowledge of how to live nor the smallest instinct about when to die. Charity creates a multitude of sins. My experience is that as soon as people are old enough to know better they don't know anything at all. Truth is a very complex thing and politics is a very complex business. There are wheels within wheels. One may be under certain obligations to people that one must pay. Sooner or later in political life one has to compromise. Everyone does. Men can love what is beneath them--things unworthy, stained, dishonoured. We women worship when we love; and when we lose our worship we lose everything. The proper basis for marriage is a mutual misunderstanding. The one advantage of playing with fire is that one never gets even singed. It is the people who don't know how to play with it who get burned up. There are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life fully, entirely, completely, or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands. When one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively boring. Romance is the privilege of the rich, not the profession of the unemployed. The poor should be practical and prosaic. An acquaintance that begins with a compliment is sure to develop into a real friendship. It starts in the right manner. The truths of metaphysics are the truths of masks. Science can never grapple with the irrational. That is why it has no future before it in this world. The happy people of the world have their value, but only the negative value of foils. They throw up and emphasise the beauty and the fascination of the unhappy. In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it. The last is much the worst--the last is a real tragedy. Disobedience in the eyes of anyone who has read history is man's original virtue. It is through disobedience that progress has been made--through disobedience and rebellion. It is not wise to find symbols in everything that one sees. It makes life too full of terrors. Comfort is the only thing our civilisation can give us. Politics are my only pleasure. You see nowadays it is not fashionable to flirt till one is forty or to be romantic till one is forty-five, so we poor women who are under thirty, or say we are, have nothing open to us but politics or philanthropy. And philanthropy seems to me to have become simply the refuge of people who wish to annoy their fellow-creatures. I prefer politics. I think they are more ... becoming. One's past is what one is. It is the only way by which people should be judged. In a very ugly and sensible age the arts borrow, not from life, but from each other. It is always a silly thing to give advice, but to give good advice is fatal. Secrets from other people's wives are a necessary luxury in modern life. So, at least, I am told at the club by people who are bald enough to know better. But no man should have a secret from his own wife. She invariably finds it out. Women have a wonderful instinct about things. They discover everything except the obvious. Life holds the mirror up to art, and either reproduces some strange type imagined by painter or sculptor or realises in fact what has been dreamed in fiction. I feel sure that if I lived in the country for six months I should become so unsophisticated that no one would take the slightest notice of me. To recommend thrift to the poor is both grotesque and insulting. It is like advising a man who is starving to eat less. A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it. I am always saying what I shouldn't say; in fact, I usually say what I really think--a great mistake nowadays. It makes one so liable to be misunderstood. Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes. The true perfection of man lies, not in what man has, but in what man is. The basis of every scandal is an absolute immoral certainty. People talk so much about the beauty of confidence. They seem to entirely ignore the much more subtle beauty of doubt. To believe is very dull. To doubt is intensely engrossing. To be on the alert is to live, to be lulled into security is to die. Every effect that one produces gives one an enemy. To be popular one must be a mediocrity. It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things. Names are everything. I never quarrel with actions, my one quarrel is with words. That is the reason I hate vulgar realism in literature. The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for. A high moral tone can hardly be said to conduce very much to either one's health or one's happiness. There are terrible temptations that it requires strength--strength and courage--to yield to. To stake all one's life on one throw--whether the stake be power or pleasure I care not--there is no weakness in that. There is a horrible, a terrible, courage. Nowadays it is only the unreadable that occurs. All charming people are spoiled. It is the secret of their attraction. There is more to be said for stupidity than people imagine. Personally, I have a great admiration for stupidity. It is a sort of fellow-feeling, I suppose. All men are monsters. The only thing to do is to feed the wretches well. A good cook does wonders. There is no such thing as an omen. Destiny does not send us heralds. She is too wise or too cruel for that. Crying is the refuge of plain women but the ruin of pretty ones. Love art for its own sake and then all things that you need will be added to you. This devotion to beauty and to the creation of beautiful things is the test of all great civilisations; it is what makes the life of each citizen a sacrament and not a speculation. It is always worth while asking a question, though it is not always answering one. It takes a thoroughly good woman to do a thoroughly stupid thing. With a proper background women can do anything. Chiromancy is a most dangerous science, and one that ought not to be encouraged, except in a 'tête-à-tête.' One should never take sides in anything. Taking sides is the beginning of sincerity, and earnestness follows shortly afterwards, and the human being becomes a bore. The work of art is beautiful by being what art never has been; and to measure it by the standard of the past is to measure it by a standard on the reflection of which its real perfection depends. There are three kinds of despots. There is the despot who tyrannises over the body. There is the despot who tyrannises over the soul. There is the despot who tyrannises over soul and body alike. The first is called the prince. The second is called the pope. The third is called the people. Costume is a growth, an evolution, and a most important, perhaps the most important, sign of the manners, customs, and mode of life of each century. I really don't see anything romantic in proposing. It is very romantic to be in love, but there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence of romance is uncertainty. What consoles one nowadays is not repentance but pleasure. Repentance is quite out of date. Ideals are dangerous things. Realities are better. They wound, but they are better. Unless one is wealthy there is no use in being a charming fellow. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude. An eternal smile is much more wearisome than a perpetual frown. The one sweeps away all possibilities, the other suggests a thousand. To disagree with three-fourths of England on all points is one of the first elements of vanity, which is a deep source of consolation in all moments of spiritual doubt. Women live by their emotions and for them, they have no philosophy of life. As long as war is regarded as wicked it will always have a fascination. When it is looked upon as vulgar it will cease to be popular. There is only one thing worse than injustice, and that is justice without her sword in her hand. When right is not might it is evil. We spend our days, each one of us, in looking for the secret of life. Well, the secret of life is in art. The truth isn't quite the sort of thing that one tells to a nice, sweet, refined girl. If one plays good music people don't listen, and if one plays bad music people don't talk. How fond women are of doing dangerous things. It is one of the qualities in them that I admire most. A woman will flirt with anybody in the world as long as other people are looking on. Englishwomen conceal their feelings till after they are married. They show them then. Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess. Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless. Life is terrible. It rules us, we do not rule it. In art there is no such thing as a universal truth. A truth in art is that whose contradictory is also true. One's days are too brief to take the burden of another's sorrows on one's shoulders. Each man lives his own life, and pays his own price for living it. The only pity is that one has to pay so often for a single fault. One has to pay over and over again, indeed. In her dealings with man Destiny never closes her accounts. Pleasure is Nature's test, her sign of approval. When we are happy we are always good, but when we are good we are not always happy. The people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty and their fidelity I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination. Better to take pleasure in a rose than to put its root under a microscope. Of Shakespeare it may be said that he was the first to see the dramatic value of doublets and that a climax may depend on a crinoline. Plain women are always jealous of their husbands; beautiful women never are! They never have time. They are always so occupied in being jealous of other people's husbands. What between the duties expected of one during one's lifetime and the duties exacted from one after one's death land has ceased to be either a profit or a pleasure. It gives one position and prevents one from keeping it up. A man who moralises is usually a hypocrite, and a woman who moralises is invariably plain. There is nothing in the whole world so unbecoming to a woman as a nonconformist conscience. And most women know it, I am glad to say. It was a fatal day when the public discovered that the pen is mightier than the paving-stone and can be made as offensive as a brickbat. A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. And when Humanity lands there it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias. What is the difference between scandal and gossip? Oh! gossip is charming! History is merely gossip, but scandal is gossip made tedious by morality. All beautiful things belong to the same age. It is personalities, not principles, that move the age. Modern pictures are, no doubt, delightful to look at. At least, some of them are. But they are quite impossible to live with; they are too clever, too assertive, too intellectual. Their meaning is too obvious and their method too clearly defined. One exhausts what they have to say in a very short time, and then they become as tedious as one's relations. To know nothing about our great men is one of the necessary elements of English education. The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Modern life would be very tedious if it were either and modern literature a complete impossibility. You may laugh, but it is a great thing to come across a woman who thoroughly understands one. The majority of people spoil their lives by an unhealthy and exaggerated altruism. The number of women in London who flirt with their own husbands is perfectly scandalous. It looks so bad. It is simply washing one's clean linen in public. The chief thing that makes life a failure from the artistic point of view is the thing that lends to life its sordid security--the fact that one can never repeat exactly the same emotion. We teach people how to remember, we never teach them how to grow. Vulgar habit that is people have nowadays of asking one, after one has given them an idea, whether one is serious or not. Nothing is serious except passion. The intellect is not a serious thing and never has been. It is an instrument on which one plays, that is all. The only serious form of intellect I know is the British intellect, and on the British intellect the illiterate always plays the drum. It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious. It is only the modern that ever become old-fashioned. It is only the Philistine who seeks to estimate a personality by the vulgar test of production. Musical people are so absurdly unreasonable. They always want one to be perfectly dumb at the very moment when one is longing to be absolutely deaf. Nothing is so dangerous as being too modern. One is apt to grow old-fashioned quite suddenly. The fact of a man being a poisoner is nothing against his prose. The domestic virtues are not the true basis of art. To the philosopher women represent the triumph of matter over mind, just as men represent the triumph of mind over morals. The only way a woman can ever reform a man is by boring him so completely that he loses all possible interest in life. The only horrible thing in the world is 'ennui.' That is the one sin for which there is no forgiveness. French songs I cannot possibly allow. People always seem to think that they are improper, and either look shocked, which is vulgar, or laugh, which is worse. It has often been made a subject of reproach against artists and men of letters that they are lacking in wholeness and completeness of nature. As a rule this must necessarily be so. That very concentration of vision and inversity of purpose which is the characteristic of the artistic temperament is in itself a mode of limitation. To those who are preoccupied with the beauty of form nothing else seems of so much importance. The work of art is to dominate the spectator. The spectator is not to dominate the work of art. One should sympathise with the joy, the beauty, the colour of life. The less said about life's sores the better. You can't make people good by act of Parliament--that is something. Art creates an incomparable and unique effect, and having done so passes on to other things. Nature, on the other hand, forgetting that imitation can be made the sincerest form of insult, keeps on repeating the effect until we all become absolutely wearied of it. It is perfectly monstrous the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one's back that are absolutely and entirely true. A true artist takes no notice whatever of the public. The public are to him non-existent. One should never trust a woman who tells one her real age. A woman who would tell one that would tell one anything. Nothing is so aggravating as calmness. There is something positively brutal about the good temper of most modern men. I wonder we women stand it as well as we do. The truth is a thing I get rid of as soon as possible. Bad habit, by the way, makes one very unpopular at the club ... with the older members. They call it being conceited. Perhaps it is. My own business always bores me to death. I prefer other people's. Don't be led astray into the paths of virtue--that is the worst of women. They always want one to be good. And if we are good, when they meet us they don't love us at all. They like to find us quite irretrievably bad and to leave us quite unattractively good. Men are such cowards. They outrage every law in the world and are afraid of the world's tongue. Wicked women bother one. Good women bore one. That is the only difference between them. To know the principles of the highest art is to know the principles of all the arts. I don't believe in the existence of Puritan women. I don't think there is a woman in the world who would not be a little flattered if one made love to her. It is that which makes women so irresistibly adorable. When I am in trouble eating is the only thing that consoles me. Indeed, when I am in really great trouble, as anyone who knows me intimately will tell you, I refuse everything except food and drink. When one is going to lead an entirely new life one requires regular and wholesome meals. The soul is born old, but grows young. That is the comedy of life. The body is born young, and grows old. That is life's tragedy. One can survive everything nowadays except death, and live down anything except a good reputation. The past is of no importance. The present is of no importance. It is with the future that we have to deal. For the past is what men should not have been. The present is what men ought not to be. The future is what artists are. Men become old, but they never become good. By persistently remaining single a man converts himself into a permanent public temptation. Men should be more careful; this very celibacy leads weaker vessels astray. I think that in practical life there is something about success, actual success, that is a little unscrupulous, something about ambition that is scrupulous always. Every man of ambition has to fight his century with its own weapons. What this century worships is wealth. The god of this century is wealth. To succeed one must have wealth. At all costs one must have wealth. I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don't interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty. Moderation is a fatal thing. Enough is as bad as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast. The English can't stand a man who is always saying he is in the right, but they are very fond of a man who admits he has been in the wrong. It is one of the best things in them. Life is simply a 'mauvais quart d'heure' made up of exquisite moments. There is the same world for all of us, and good and evil, sin and innocence, go through it hand in hand. To shut one's eyes to half of life that one may live securely is as though one blinded oneself that one might walk with more safety in a land of pit and precipice. Married men are horribly tedious when they are good husbands and abominably conceited when they are not. Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship. Everybody is clever nowadays. You can't go anywhere without meeting clever people. This has become an absolute public nuisance. I don't think man has much capacity for development. He has got as far as he can, and that is not far, is it? I am not quite sure that I quite know what pessimism really means. All I do know is that life cannot be understood without much charity, cannot be lived without much charity. It is love, and not German philosophy, that is the explanation of this world, whatever may be the explanation of the next. I do not approve of anything that that tampers with natural arrogance. Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit: touch it, and the blossom is gone. The whole theory of modern education is radically unsound. Fortunately, in England, at any rate, education produces no effect whatsoever. If it did it would prove a serious danger to the upper classes, and probably lead to acts of violence in Grosvenor Square. No woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating. Emotion for the sake of emotion is the aim of art, and emotion for the sake of emotion is the aim of life and of that practical organisation of life that we call society. Men of the noblest possible moral character are extremely susceptible to the influence of the physical charms of others. Modern, no less than ancient, history supplies us with many most painful examples of what I refer to. If it were not so, indeed, history would be quite unreadable. I am not in favour of long engagements. They give people the opportunity of finding out each other's character before marriage, which I think is never advisable. It is a terrible thing for a man to find out suddenly that all his life he has been speaking nothing but the truth. The two weak points in our age are its want of principle and its want of profile. Thirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women who have of their own free choice remained thirty-five for years. Never speak disrespectfully of society. Only people who can't get into it do that. It is always painful to part with people whom one has known for a very brief space of time. The absence of old friends one can endure with equanimity. But even a momentary separation from anyone to whom one has just been introduced is almost unbearable. To be natural is to be obvious, and to be obvious is to be inartistic. One is tempted to define man as a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason. The essence of thought, as the essence of life, is growth. What people call insincerity is simply a method by which we can multiply our personalities. In a temple everyone should be serious except the thing that is worshipped. We are never more true to ourselves than when we are inconsistent. There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love. Intellectual generalities are always interesting, but generalities in morals mean absolutely nothing. To be in society is merely a bore, but to be out of it simply a tragedy. We live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities. One should never make one's début with a scandal. One should reserve that to give an interest to one's old age. What man has sought for is, indeed, neither pain nor pleasure, but simply life. Man has sought to live intensely, fully, perfectly. When he can do so without exercising restraint on others, or suffering it ever, and his activities are all pleasurable to him, he will be saner, healthier, more civilised, more himself. Pleasure is nature's test, her sign of approval. When man is happy he is in harmony with himself and his environment. Society often forgives the criminal, it never forgives the dreamer. It is so easy for people to have sympathy with suffering. It is so difficult for them to have sympathy with thought. Conversation should touch on everything, but should concentrate itself on nothing. There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution. There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating--people who know absolutely everything and people who know absolutely nothing. The public is wonderfully tolerant; it forgives everything except genius. Life makes us pay too high a price for its wares, and we purchase the meanest of its secrets at a cost that is monstrous and infinite. This horrid House of Commons quite ruins our husbands for us. I think the Lower House by far the greatest blow to a happy married life that there has been since that terrible thing they called the Higher Education of Women was invented. Once a man begins to neglect his domestic duties he becomes painfully effeminate, does he not? And I don't like that. It makes men so very attractive. Experience is a question of instinct about life. What is true about art is true about life. One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing. I like men who have a future and women who have a past. Women, as some witty Frenchman put it, inspire us with the desire to do masterpieces and always prevent us from carrying them out. In matters of grave importance style, not sincerity, is the vital thing. The only way to behave to a woman, is to make love to her if she is pretty and to someone else if she is plain. Women give to men the very gold of their lives. Possibly; but they invariably want it back in such very small change. Define women as a sex? Sphinxes without secrets. What do you call a bad man? The sort of man who admires innocence. What do you call a bad woman? Oh! the sort of woman a man never gets tired of. One can resist everything except temptation. Don't let us go to life for our fulfilment or our experience. It is a thing narrowed by circumstances, incoherent in its utterance, and without that fine correspondence or form and spirit which is the only thing that can satisfy the artistic and critical temperament. It is a dangerous thing to reform anyone. One can always know at once whether a man has home claims upon his life or not. I have noticed a very, very sad expression in the eyes of so many married men. A mother who doesn't part with a daughter every season has no real affection. To be good is to be in harmony with oneself. Discord is to be forced to be in harmony with others. A really grand passion is comparatively rare nowadays. It is the privilege of people who have nothing to do. That is the one use of the idle classes in a country. There is no secret of life. Life's aim, if it has one, is simply to be always looking for temptations. There are not nearly enough of them; I sometimes pass a whole day without coming across a single one. It is quite dreadful. It makes one so nervous about the future. All thought is immoral. Its very essence is destruction. If you think of anything you kill it; nothing survives being thought of. What is truth? In matters of religion it is simply the opinion that has survived. In matters of science it is the ultimate sensation. In matters of art it is one's last mood. It is so easy to convert others. It is so difficult to convert oneself. A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal. Life cheats us with shadows, like a puppet-master. We ask it for pleasure. It gives it to us, with bitterness and disappointment in its train. We come across some noble grief that we think will lend the purple dignity of tragedy to our days, but it passes away from us, and things less noble take its place, and on some grey, windy dawn, or odorous eve of silence and of silver, we find ourselves looking with callous wonder, or dull heart of stone, at the tress of gold-flecked hair that we had once so wildly worshipped and so madly kissed. There are two ways of disliking art One is to dislike it and the other to like it rationally. There is nothing sane about the worship of beauty. It is too splendid to be sane. Those of whose lives it forms the dominant note will always seem to the world to be mere visionaries. I am afraid that good people do a great deal of harm in this world. Certainly the greatest harm they do is that they make badness of such extraordinary importance. A sentimentalist is a man who sees an absurd value in everything and doesn't know the marked price of any single thing. Punctuality is the thief of time. Self-culture is the true ideal for man. There's nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It's a thing no married man knows anything about. No woman should have a memory. Memory in a woman is the beginning of dowdiness. One can always tell from a woman's bonnet whether she has got a memory or not. There are things that are right to say but that may be said at the wrong time and to the wrong people. The meaning of any beautiful created thing is, at least, as much in the soul of him who looks at it as it was in his soul who wrought it. Nay, it is rather the beholder who lends to the beautiful thing its myriad meanings, and makes it marvellous for us, and sets it in some new relation to the age, so that it becomes a vital portion of our lives and a symbol of what we pray for, or perhaps of what, having prayed for, we fear that we may receive. The Renaissance was great because it sought to solve no social problem, and busied itself not about such things, but suffered the individual to develop freely, beautifully, and naturally, and so had great and individual artists and great and individual men. In England people actually try to be brilliant at breakfast. That is so dreadful of them! Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast. When one is in love one begins by deceiving oneself, and one ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance. The secret of life is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming. No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything. The development of the race depends on the development of the individual, and where self-culture has ceased to be the ideal the intellectual standard is instantly lowered and often ultimately lost. An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all. To elope is cowardly; it is running away from danger, and danger has become so rare in modern life. When a man is old enough to do wrong he should be old enough to do right also. The Book of Life begins with a man and a woman in a garden. It ends with Revelations. In married life three is company and two is none. Out of ourselves we can never pass, nor can there be in creation what in the creator was not. Don't tell me that you have exhausted life. When a man says that one knows that life has exhausted him. When a woman marries again it is because she detested her first husband. When a man marries again it is because he adored his first wife. Women try their luck; men risk theirs. The highest criticism really is the record of one's own soul. It is more fascinating than history, as it is concerned simply with oneself. It is more delightful than philosophy, as its subject is concrete and not abstract, real and not vague. It is the only civilised form of autobiography, as it deals, not with the events, but with the thoughts of one's life, not with life's physical accidents of deed or circumstance, but with the spiritual moods and imaginative passions of the mind. To know anything about oneself one must know all about others. Duty is what one expects from others, it is not what one does oneself. After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one's own relations. Talk to every woman as if you loved her and to every man as if he bored you, and at the end of your first season you will have the reputation of possessing the most perfect social tact. Man--poor, awkward, reliable, necessary man--belongs to a sex that has been rational for millions and millions of years. He can't help himself; it is in his race. The history of women is very different. They have always been picturesque protests against the mere existence of common-sense; they saw its dangers from the first. More marriages are ruined nowadays by the common-sense of the husband than by anything else. How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly rational being. It is very vulgar to talk about one's business. Only people like stock-brokers do that, and then merely at dinner-parties. It is awfully hard work doing nothing. However, I don't mind hard work when there is no definite object of any kind. To do nothing at all is the most difficult thing in the world, the most difficult and the most intellectual. To Plato, with his passion for wisdom, this was the noblest form of energy. To Aristotle, with his passion for knowledge, this was the noblest form of energy also. It was to this that the passion for holiness led the saint and the mystic of mediæval days. Youth! There is nothing like it. It is absurd to talk of the ignorance of youth. The only people to whose opinions I listen now with any respect are persons much younger than myself. They seem in front of me. Life has revealed to them her latest wonder. Romance lives by repetition, and repetition converts an appetite into an art. I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex. There is nothing like youth. The middle-aged are mortgaged to life. The old are in life's lumber-room. But youth is the lord of life. Youth has a kingdom waiting for it. Everyone is born a king, and most people die in exile--like most kings. All crime is vulgar, just as all vulgarity is crime. Society, civilised society at least, is never very ready to believe anything to the detriment of those who are both rich and fascinating. It instinctively feels that manners are of more importance than morals, and in its opinion the highest respectability is of much less value than the possession of a good chef. And, after all, it is a very poor consolation to be told that the man who has given one a bad dinner or poor wine is irreproachable in his private life. Even the cardinal virtues cannot atone for half-cold entrees. While, in the opinion of society, contemplation is the gravest thing of which any citizen can be guilty, in the opinion of the highest culture it is the proper occupation of man. Life is terribly deficient in form. Its catastrophes happen in the wrong way and to the wrong people. There is a grotesque horror about its comedies, and its tragedies seem to culminate in farce. One is always wounded when one approaches it. Things last either too long or not long enough. If a woman wants to hold a man she has merely to appeal to what is worst in him. We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Beauty has as many meanings as man has moods. It is the symbol of symbols. It reveals everything, because it expresses nothing. When it shows us itself it shows us the whole fiery-coloured world. Men always want to be a woman's first love. That is their clumsy vanity. Women have a more subtle instinct about things. What they like is to be a man's last romance. Anything approaching to the free play of the mind is practically unknown amongst us. People cry out against the sinner, yet it is not the sinful but the stupid who are our shame. There is no sin except stupidity. One regrets the loss even of one's worst habits. Perhaps one regrets them the most. They are such an essential part of one's personality. It is through art, and through art only, that we can realise our perfection; through art and through art only, that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence. A man who can dominate a London dinner-table can dominate the world. The future belongs to the dandy. It is the exquisites who are going to rule. It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style. They affect us just as vulgarity affects us. They give us an impression of sheer brute force, and we revolt against that. Sometimes, however, a tragedy that possesses artistic elements of beauty crosses our lives. If these elements of beauty are real the whole thing simply appeals to our sense of dramatic effect. Suddenly we find that we are no longer the actors but the spectators of the play. Or rather we are both. We watch ourselves, and the mere wonder of the spectacle enthrals us. When a woman finds out that her husband is absolutely indifferent to her, she either becomes dreadfully dowdy or wears very smart bonnets that some other woman's husband has to pay for. It is immoral to use private property in order to alleviate the horrible evils that result from the institution of private property. It is a mistake to think that the passion one feels in creation is ever really shown in the work one creates. Art is always more abstract than we fancy. Form and colour tell us of form and colour-that is all. It is sometimes said that the tragedy of an artist's life is that he cannot realise his ideal. But the true tragedy that dogs the steps of most artists is that they realise their ideal too absolutely. For when the ideal is realised it is robbed of its wonder and its mystery, and becomes simply a new starting-point for an ideal that is other than itself. People who go in for being consistent have just as many moods as others have. The only difference is that their moods are rather meaningless. It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. Good women have such a limited view of life, their horizon is so small, their interests so petty. The fact is they are not modern, and to be modern is the only thing worth being nowadays. Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation. Men marry because they are tired, women because they are curious. Both are disappointed. All men are married women's property. That is the only true definition of what married women's property really is. I am not in favour of this modern mania for turning bad people into good people at a moment's notice. As a man sows so let him reap. Nothing refines but the intellect. It is very painful for me to be forced to speak the truth. It is the first time in my life that I have ever been reduced to such a painful position, and I am really quite inexperienced in doing anything of the kind. The man who regards his past is a man who deserves to have no future to look forward to. Just as it is only by contact with the art of foreign nations that the art of a country gains that individual and separate life that we call nationality, so, by curious inversion, it is only by intensifying his own personality that the critic can interpret the personality of others; and the more strongly this personality enters into the interpretation the more real the interpretation becomes, the more satisfying, the more convincing, and the more true. Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. All women become like their mothers: that is their tragedy. No man does: that is his. Women are a fascinatingly wilful sex. Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself. One should always be in love. That is the reason one should never marry. No man came across two ideal things. Few come across one. To become the spectator of one's own life is to escape the suffering of life. The state is to make what is useful. The individual is to make what is beautiful. A community is infinitely more brutalised by the habitual employment of punishment than it is by the occasional occurrence of crime. The systems that fail are those that rely on the permanency of human nature and not on its growth and development. Jealousy, which is an extraordinary source of crime in modern life, is an emotion closely bound up with our conceptions of property, and under socialism and individualism will die out. It is remarkable that in communistic tribes jealousy is entirely unknown. All art is immoral. He to whom the present is the only thing that is present knows nothing of the age in which he lives. To realise the nineteenth century one must realise every century that has preceded it and that has contributed to its making. Few parents nowadays pay any regard to what their children say to them. The old-fashioned respect for the young is fast dying out. The history of woman is the history of the worst form of tyranny the world has ever known; the tyranny of the weak over the strong. It is the only tyranny that lasts. The happiness of a married man depends on the people he has not married. There is no one type for man. There are as many perfections as there are imperfect men. And while to the claims of charity a man may yield and yet be free, to the claims of conformity no man may yield and remain free at all. A practical scheme is either a scheme that is already in existence or a scheme that could be carried out under existing conditions. All imitation in morals and in life is wrong. The world has been made by fools that wise men may live in it. Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects. Society is a necessary thing. No man has any real success in this world unless he has got women to back him--and women rule society. If you have not got women on your side you are quite over. You might just as well be a barrister or a stockbroker or a journalist at once. The worship of the senses has often, and with much justice, been decried; men feeling a natural instinct of terror about passions and sensations that seem stronger than themselves, and that they are conscious of sharing with the less highly organised forms of existence. But it is probable the true nature of the senses has never been understood, and that they have remained savage and animal merely because the world has sought to starve them into submission or to kill them by pain instead of aiming at making them elements of a new spirituality, of which a fine instinct for beauty will be the dominant characteristic. Women appreciate cruelty more than anything else. They have wonderfully primitive instincts. We have emancipated them, but they remain slaves, looking for their master all the same. They love being dominated. Those who try to lead the people can only do so by following the mob. It is through the voice of one crying in the wilderness that the way of the gods must be prepared. Circumstances are the lashes laid on to us by life. Some of us have to receive them with bared ivory backs, and others are permitted to keep on a coat--that is the only difference. Criticism is itself an art.... It is no more to be judged by any low standard of imitation or resemblance than is the work of poet or sculptor. The critic occupies the same relation to the work of art that he criticises as the artist does to the visible world of form and colour or the unseen world of passion and thought. He does not even require for the perfection of his art the finest materials. Anything will serve his purpose. It is very much more difficult to talk about a thing than to do it. In the sphere of actual life that is, of course, obvious. Anybody can make history, only a great man can write it. If we lived long enough to see the results of our actions it may be that those who call themselves good would be filled with a wild remorse and those whom the world calls evil stirred with a noble joy. Each little thing that we do passes into the great machine of life, which may grind our virtues to powder and make them worthless or transform our sins into elements of a new civilisation more marvellous and more splendid than any that has gone before. Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them, sometimes they forgive them. We live in an age that reads too much to be wise and that thinks too much to be beautiful. One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar. It will be a marvellous thing--the true personality of man--when we see it. It will grow naturally and simply flowerlike, or as a tree grows. It will not be at discord. It will never argue or dispute. It will not prove things. It will know everything, and yet it will not busy itself about knowledge. It will have wisdom. Its value will not be measured by material things. It will have nothing, and yet it will have everything, and whatever one takes from it it will still have, so rich it will be. It will not be always meddling with others or asking them to be like itself. It will love them because they will be different. And yet, while it will not meddle with others, it will help all, as a beautiful thing helps us, by being what it is. The personality of man will be very wonderful. It will be as wonderful as the personality of a child. Cynicism is merely the art of seeing things as they are instead of as they ought to be. Three addresses always inspire confidence, even in tradesmen. If one doesn't talk about a thing it has never happened. It is simply expression that gives reality to things. No man is able who is unable to get on, just as no woman is clever who can't succeed in obtaining that worst and most necessary of evils, a husband. The one charm of the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen. They always want a sixth act, and as soon as the interest of the play is entirely over they propose to continue it. If they were allowed their way every comedy would have a tragic ending and every tragedy would culminate in a farce. They are charmingly artificial, but they have no sense of art. Each time that one loves is the only time that one has ever loved. Difference of object does not alter singleness of passion. It merely intensifies it. The real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial. Beautiful sins, like beautiful things, are the privilege of the rich. Human life is the one thing worth investigating. Compared to it there is nothing else of any value. It is true that as one watches life in its curious crucible of pain and pleasure one cannot wear over one's face a mask of glass nor keep the sulphurous fumes from troubling the brain and making the imagination turbid with monstrous fancies and misshapen dreams. There are poisons so subtle that to know their properties one has to sicken of them. There are maladies so strange that one has to pass through them if one seeks to understand their nature. And yet what a great reward one receives! How wonderful the whole world becomes to one! To note the curious, hard logic of passion and the emotional, coloured life of the intellect--to observe where they meet, and where they separate, at what point they are in unison and at what point they are in discord--there is a delight in that! What matter what the cost is? One can never pay too high a price for any sensation. There is only one class in the community that thinks more about money than the rich, and that is the poor. The poor can think of nothing else. That is the misery of being poor. To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist--that is all. Personality is a very mysterious thing. A man cannot always be estimated by what he does. He may keep the law, and yet be worthless. He may break the law, and yet be fine. He may be bad without ever doing anything bad. He may commit a sin against society, and yet realise through that sin his true perfection. Mediæval art is charming, but mediæval emotions are out of date. One can use them in fiction, of course; but then the only things that one can use in fiction are the only things that one has ceased to use in fact. Man is complete in himself. What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. It's the old, old story. Love--well, not at first sight--but love at the end of the season, which is so much more satisfactory. No nice girl should ever waltz with such particularly younger sons! It looks so fast! Good resolutions are useless attempts to interfere with scientific laws. Their origin is pure vanity. Their result is absolutely nil. They give us now and then some of those luxurious, sterile emotions that have a certain charm for the weak. That is all that can be said for them. They are simply cheques that men draw on a bank where they have no account. What is the difference between literature and journalism? Journalism is unreadable and literature is unread. I hope you have not been leading a double life, pretending to be wicked and being really good all the time. That would be hypocrisy. My husband is a sort of promissory note; I am tired of meeting him. Conscience makes egotists of us all. Never trust a woman who wears mauve, whatever her age may be, or a woman over thirty-five who is fond of pink ribbons. It always means that they have a history. There is a fatality about good resolutions-they are always made too late. We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible. Anybody can be good in the country. There are no temptations there. That is the reason why people who live out of town are so absolutely uncivilised. Civilisation is not by any means an easy thing to attain to. There are only two ways by which man can reach it. One is by being cultured, the other by being corrupt. Country people have no opportunity of being either, so they stagnate. What nonsense people talk about happy marriages! A man can be happy with any woman so long as he does not love her. The things one feels absolutely certain about are never true. That is the fatality of faith and the lesson of romance. In the common world of fact the wicked are not punished nor the good rewarded. Success is given to the strong, failure thrust upon the weak. Nothing should be able to harm a man except himself. Nothing should be able to rob a man at all. What a man really has is what is in him. What is outside of him should be a matter of no importance. Modern morality consists in accepting the standard of one's age. I consider that for any man of culture to accept the standard of his age is a form of the grossest immorality. Perplexity and mistrust fan affection into passion, and so bring about those beautiful tragedies that alone make life worth living. Women once felt this, while men did not, and so women once ruled the world. Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man's, face. It cannot be concealed. People talk sometimes of secret vices. There are no such things. If a wretched man has a vice it shows itself in the lines of his mouth, the drop of his eyelids, the moulding of his hands even. There are sins whose fascination is more in the memory than in the doing of them, strange triumphs that gratify the pride more than the passions and give to the intellect a quickened sense of joy, greater than they bring or can ever bring to the senses. No civilised man ever regrets a pleasure, and no uncivilised man ever knows what a pleasure is. As for a spoiled life, no life is spoiled but one whose growth is arrested. If you want to mar a nature you have merely to reform it. Socialism itself will be of value simply because it will lead to individualism. Some years ago people went about the country saying that property has duties. It is perfectly true. Property not merely has duties, but has so many duties that its possession to any large extent is a bore. If property had simply pleasures we could stand it, but its duties make it unbearable. It is through joy that the individualism of the future will develop itself. Christ made no attempt to reconstruct society, and consequently the individualism that He preached to man could be realised only through pain or in solitude. Most people become bankrupt through having invested too heavily in the prose of life. To have ruined oneself over poetry is an honour. The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. Good artists exist simply on what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are. What are the virtues? Nature, Renan tells us, cares little about chastity, and it may be that it is to the shame of the Magdalen, and not to their own purity, that the Lucretias of modern life owe their freedom from stain. Charity, as even those of whose religion it makes a formal part have been compelled to acknowledge, creates a multitude of evils. The mere existence of conscience, that faculty of which people prate so much nowadays, and are so ignorantly proud, is a sign of our imperfect development. It must be merged in instinct before we become fine. Self-denial is simply a method by which man arrests his progress, and self-sacrifice a survival of the mutilation of the savage, part of that old worship of pain which is so terrible a factor in the history of the world, and which even now makes its victims day by day and has its altars in the land. Virtues! Who knows what the virtues are? Not you. Not I. Not anyone. It is well for our vanity that we slay the criminal, for if we suffered him to live he might show us what we had gained by his crime. It is well for his peace that the saint goes to his martyrdom. He is spared the sight of the horror of his harvest. Nowadays all the married men live like bachelors and all the bachelors like married men. The higher education of men is what I should like to see. Men need it so sadly. The world is perfectly packed with good women. To know them is a middle-class education. Hesitation of any kind is a sign of mental decay in the young, of physical weakness in the old. Our husbands never appreciate anything in us. We have to go to others for that. Most women in London nowadays seem to furnish their rooms with nothing but orchids, foreigners and French novels. The canons of good society are, or should be, the same as the canons of art. Form is absolutely essential to it. It should have the dignity of a ceremony as well as its unreality, and should combine the insincere character of a romantic play with the wit and beauty that make such plays delightful to us. Is sincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities. The tragedy of old age is not that one is old but that one is young. A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes are the more picturesque they look. The mere fact of having published a book of second-rate sonnets makes a man quite irresistible. He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise. Being adored is a nuisance. Women treat us just as humanity treats its gods. They worship us, and are always bothering us to do something for them. If a man treats life artistically his brain is his heart. The 'Peerage' is the one book a young man about town should know thoroughly, and it is the best thing in fiction the English have ever done. The world has always laughed at its own tragedies, that being the only way in which it has been able to bear them. Consequently whatever the world has treated seriously belongs to the comedy side of things. The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past and every sinner has a future. What is termed sin is an essential element of progress. Without it the world would stagnate or grow old or becomes colourless. By its curiosity it increases the experience of the race. Through its intensified assertion of individualism it saves us from the commonplace. In its rejection of the current notions about morality it is one with the higher ethics. Formerly we used to canonise our heroes. The modern method is to vulgarise them. Cheap editions of great books may be delightful, but cheap editions of great men are absolutely detestable. Individualism does not come to man with any claims upon him at all. It comes naturally and inevitably out of man. It is the point to which all development tends. It is the differentiation to which all organisms grow. It is the perfection that is inherent in every mode of life and toward which every mode of life quickens. Individualism exercises no compulsion over man. On the contrary, it says to man that he should suffer no compulsion to be exercised over him. It does not try to force people to be good. It knows that people are good when they are let alone. Man will develop individualism out of himself. Man is now so developing individualism. To ask whether individualism is practical is like asking whether evolution is practical. Evolution is the law of life, and there is no evolution except towards individualism. The longer I live the more keenly I feel that whatever was good enough for our fathers is not good enough for us. In art, as in politics, 'les grand pères ont toujours tort.' No woman is a genius. Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say but they say it charmingly. Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the cave men had known how to laugh history would have been different. I wonder who it was defined man as a rational animal. It was the most premature definition ever given. Man is many things, but he is not rational. Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. To get into the best society nowadays one has either to feed people, amuse people, or shock people--that is all. You should never try to understand women. Women are pictures, men are problems. If you want to know what a woman really means--which, by the way, is always a dangerous thing to do--look at her, don't listen to her. Ordinary women never appeal to one's imagination. They are limited to their century. No glamour ever transfigures them. One knows their minds as easily as one knows their bonnets. One can always find them. There is no mystery in any of them. They ride in the park in the morning and chatter at tea parties in the afternoon. They have their stereotyped smile and their fashionable mauve. Don't run down dyed hair and painted faces. There is an extraordinary charm in them--sometimes. To have been well brought up is a great drawback nowadays. It shuts one out from so much. The people who have adored me--there have not been very many, but there have been some--have always insisted on living on long after I had ceased to care for them or they to care for me. They have become stout and tedious, and when I meet them they go in at once for reminiscences. That awful memory of women! What a fearful thing it is! And what an utter intellectual stagnation it reveals! Examinations are pure humbug from beginning to end. If a man is a gentleman he knows quite enough, and if he is not a gentleman whatever he knows is bad for him. Credit is the capital of a younger son, and he can live charmingly on it. The object of art is not simply truth but complex beauty. Art itself is really a form of exaggeration, and selection, which is the very spirit of art, is nothing more than an intensified mode of over-emphasis. The popular cry of our time is: 'Let us return to Life and Nature, they will recreate Art for us and send the red blood coursing through her veins; they will shoe her feet with swiftness and make her hand strong.' But, alas! we are mistaken in our amiable and well-meant efforts. Nature is always behind the age. And as for life, she is the solvent that breaks up Art, the enemy that lays waste her house. There are only two kinds of women--the plain and the coloured. The plain women are very useful. If you want to gain a reputation for respectability you have merely to take them down to supper. The other women are very charming. They commit one mistake, however--they paint in order to try and look young. The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. To test reality we must see it on the tight-rope. When the verities become acrobats we can judge them. Life imitates art far more than art imitates life.... The Greeks with their quick, artistic instinct understood this, and set in the bride's chamber the statue of Hermes or of Apollo, that she might bear children as lovely as the works of art that she looked at in her rapture or her pain. They knew that life gains from art not merely spirituality, depth of thought and feeling, soul-turmoil or soul-peace, but that she can form herself on the very lines and colours of art, and can reproduce the dignity of Pheidias as well as the grace of Praxiteles. Hence came this objection to realism. They disliked it on purely social grounds. They felt that it inevitably makes people ugly, and they were perfectly right. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect--simply a confession of failure. There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up. What a fuss people make about fidelity! Why, even in love it is purely a question for physiology. It has nothing to do with our own will. Young men want to be faithful and are not; old men want to be faithless and cannot--that is all one can say. Modernity of form and modernity of subject-matter are entirely and absolutely wrong. We have mistaken the common livery of the age for the vesture of the muses, and spent our days in the sordid streets and hideous suburbs of our vile cities when we should be out on the hillside with Apollo. Certainly we are a degraded race, and have sold our birthright for a mess of facts. Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect. Those who live in marble or on painted panel know of life but a single exquisite instant, eternal, indeed, in its beauty but limited to one note of passion or one mood of calm. Those whom the poet makes live have their myriad emotions of joy and terror, of courage and despair, of pleasure and of suffering. The seasons come and go in glad or saddening pageant, and with winged or leaden feet the years pass by before them. They have their youth and their manhood, they are children, and they grow old. It is always dawn for St Helena as Veronese saw her at the window. Through the still morning air the angels bring her the symbol of God's pain. The cool breezes of the morning lift the gilt threads from her brow. On that little hill by the city of Florence, where the lovers of Giorgione are lying, it is always the solstice of noon--of noon made so languorous by summer suns that hardly can the slim, naked girl dip into the marble tank the round bubble of clear glass, and the long fingers of the lute player rest idly upon the chords. It is twilight always for the dancing nymphs whom Corot set free among the silver poplars of France. In eternal twilight they move, those frail, diaphanous figures, whose tremulous, white feet seem not to touch the dew-drenched grass they tread on. But those who walk in epos, drama, or romance see through the labouring months the young moons wax and wane, and watch the night from evening into morning star, and from sunrise into sun-setting can note the shifting day with all its gold and shadow. For them, as for us, the flowers bloom and wither, and the earth, that green-tressed goddess, as Coleridge calls her, alters her raiment for their pleasure. The statue is concentrated to one moment of perfection. The image stained upon the canvas possesses no spiritual element of growth or change. If they know nothing of death it is because they know little of life, for the secrets of life and death belong to those, and to those only, whom the sequence of time affects, and who possess not merely the present but the future, and can rise or fall from a past of glory or of shame. Movement, that problem of the visible arts, can be truly realised by literature alone. It is literature that shows us the body in its swiftness and the soul in its unrest. Behind every exquisite thing that exists there is something tragic. Worlds have to be in travail that the merest flower may blow. Beauty is a form of genius--is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation. It is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or spring-time, or the reflection in dark water of that silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned, it has its divine right of sovereignty. The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself. Women spoil every romance by trying to make it last for ever. He's sure to be a wonderful success. He thinks like a Tory and talks like a Radical, and that's so important nowadays. Nowadays to be intelligible is to be found out. We make gods of men and they leave us. Others make brutes of them and they fawn and are faithful. The husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes. To me beauty is the Wonder of wonders. It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible. The thoroughly well-informed man is the modern ideal. And the mind of the thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing. It is like a bric-a-brac shop, all monsters and dust, with everything priced above its proper value. Women have no appreciation of good looks in men--at least good women have none. To influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of someone else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love; it is the faithless who know love's tragedies. An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them. We live in an age when men treat art as if it were meant to be a form of autobiography. We have lost the abstract sense of beauty. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies. I have not got one who is a fool. They are all men of some intellectual power, and consequently they all appreciate me. The value of an idea has nothing whatever to do with the sincerity of the man who expresses it. I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world. He who would lead a Christ-like life is he who is perfectly and absolutely himself. He may be a great poet, or a great man of science; or a young student at the university, or one who watches sheep upon a moor; or a maker of dramas, like Shakespeare, or a thinker about God, like Spinoza; or a child who plays in a garden, or a fisherman who throws his nets into the sea. It does not matter what he is as long as he realises the perfection of the soul that is within him. The aim of life is self-development. To realise one's nature perfectly--that is what each of us is here for. There is no such thing as a good influence. All influence is immoral--immoral from the scientific point of view. Words have not merely music as sweet as that of viol and lute, colour as rich and vivid as any that makes lovely for us the canvas of the Venetian or the Spaniard, and plastic form no less sure and certain than that which reveals itself in marble or in bronze, but thought and passion and spirituality are theirs also--are theirs, indeed, alone. There is nothing so absolutely pathetic as a really fine paradox. The pun is the clown among jokes, the well-turned paradox is the polished comedian, and the highest comedy verges upon tragedy, just as the keenest edge of tragedy is often tempered by a subtle humour. Our minds are shot with moods as a fabric is shot with colours, and our moods often seem inappropriate. Everything that is true is inappropriate. The longer one studies life and literature the more strongly one feels that behind everything that is wonderful stands the individual, and that it is not the moment that makes the man but the man who creates the age. To know the vintage and quality of a wine one need not drink the whole cask. It is a sad thing to think of, but there is no doubt that genius lasts longer than beauty. That accounts for the fact that we all take such pains to over-educate ourselves. The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. To have a capacity for a passion, and not to realise it is to make oneself incomplete and limited. Even in actual life egotism is not without its attractions. When people talk to us about others they are usually dull. When they talk to us about themselves they are nearly always interesting, and if one could shut them up when they become wearisome as easily as one can shut up a book of which one has grown wearied they would be perfect absolutely. Every great man nowadays has his disciples and it is invariably Judas who writes the biography. Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of, herself. She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance. She is a veil rather than a mirror. She has flowers that no forest knows of, birds that no woodland possesses. She makes and unmakes many worlds, and can draw the moon from heaven with a scarlet thread. Hers are the 'forms more real than living man,' and hers the great archetypes, of which things that have existence are but unfinished copies. Nature has, in her eyes, no laws, no uniformity. She can work miracles at her will, and when she calls monsters from the deep they come. She can bid the almond-tree blossom in winter and send the snow upon the ripe cornfield. At her word the frost lays its silver finger on the burning mouth of June, and the winged lions creep out from the hollows of the Lydian hills. The dryads peer from the thicket as she passes by, and the brown fauns smile strangely at her when she comes near them. She has hawk-faced gods that worship her, and the centaurs gallop at her side. In literature mere egotism is delightful. If we live for aims we blunt our emotions. If we live for aims we live for one minute, for one day, for one year, instead of for every minute, every day, every year. The moods of one's life are life's beauties. To yield to all one's moods is to really live. Many a young man starts in life with a natural gift for exaggeration which, if nurtured in congenial and sympathetic surroundings, or by the imitations of the best models, might grow into something really great and wonderful. But, as a rule, he comes to nothing. He either falls into careless habits of accuracy or takes to frequenting the society of the aged and the well-informed. Both things are equally fatal to his imagination. The spirit of an age may be best expressed in the abstract ideal arts, for the spirit itself is abstract and ideal. As for believing things, I can believe anything provided that it is quite incredible. 'Know thyself' was written over the portal of the antique world. Over the portal of the new world 'Be thyself' shall be written. And the message of Christ to man was simply: 'Be thyself.' That is the secret of Christ. London is full of women who trust their husbands. One can always recognise them, they look so thoroughly unhappy. For those who are not artists, and to whom there is no mode of life but the actual life of fact, pain is the only door to perfection. The English public always feels perfectly at its ease when a mediocrity is talking to it. Men always fall into the absurdity of endeavouring to develop the mind, to push it violently forward in this direction or in that. The mind should be receptive, a harp waiting to catch the winds, a pool ready to be ruffled, not a bustling busybody for ever trotting about on the pavement looking for a new bun shop. There is nothing more beautiful than to forget, except, perhaps, to be forgotten. All bad art comes from returning to life and nature, and elevating them into ideals. Life and nature may sometimes be used as part of art's rough material, but before they are of any real service to art they must be translated into artistic conventions. The moment art surrenders its imaginative medium it surrenders everything. As a method realism is a complete failure, and the two things that every artist should avoid are modernity of form and modernity of subject-matter. Men may have women's minds just as women may have the minds of men. London is too full of fogs and serious people. Whether the fogs produce the serious people or whether the serious people produce the fogs I don't know. How marriage ruins a man! It's as demoralising as cigarettes, and far more expensive. He must be quite respectable. One has never heard his name before in the whole course of one's life, which speaks volumes for a man nowadays. Literature always anticipates life. It does not copy it, but moulds it to its purpose. As long as a thing is useful or necessary to us or affects us in any way, either for pain or pleasure, or appeals strongly to our sympathies or is a vital part of the environment in which we live, it is outside the proper sphere of art. I couldn't have a scene in this bonnet: it is far too fragile. A harsh word would ruin it. Music creates for one a past of which one has been ignorant and fills one with a sense of sorrows that have been hidden from one's tears. Nothing is so fatal to personality as deliberation. I adore London dinner parties. The clever people never listen and the stupid people never talk. Learned conversation is either the affection of the ignorant or the profession of the mentally unemployed. The Academy is too large and too vulgar. Whenever I have gone there, there have been either so many people that I have not been able to see the pictures--which was dreadful, or so many pictures that I have not been able to see the people--which was worse. All art is quite useless. Beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think one becomes all nose or all forehead or something horrid. The one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties. Secrecy seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. Conceit is one of the greatest of the virtues, yet how few people recognise it as a thing to aim at and to strive after. In conceit many a man and woman has found salvation, yet the average person goes on all-fours grovelling after modesty. It is difficult not to be unjust to what one loves. Humanity will always love Rousseau for having confessed his sins not to a friend but to the world. Just as those who do not love Plato more than truth cannot pass beyond the threshold of the Academe, so those who do not love beauty more than truth never know the inmost shrine of art. There is a fatality about all physical and intellectual distinction: the sort of fatality that seems to dog, through history, the faltering steps of kings. It is better not to be different from one's fellows. To be born, or at any rate bred, in a handbag, whether it had handles or not, seems to me to display a contempt for the ordinary decencies of family life that reminds one of the worst excesses of the French Revolution. Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art. There must be a new Hedonism that shall recreate life and save it from that harsh, uncomely Puritanism that is having, in our own day, its curious revival. It must have its service of the intellect, certainly, yet it must never accept any theory or system that will involve the sacrifice of any mode of passionate experience. Its aim, indeed, is to be experience itself and not the fruits of experience, bitter or sweet as they may be. Of the æstheticism that deadens the senses, as of the vulgar profligacy that dulls them, it is to know nothing. But it is to teach man to concentrate himself upon the moments of a life that is itself but a moment. Art never expresses anything but itself. It has an independent life, just as thought has, and develops purely on its own lines. It is not necessarily realistic in an age of realism nor spiritual in an age of faith. So far from being the creation of its time it is usually in direct opposition to it, and the only history that it preserves for us is the history of its own progress. People who mean well always do badly. They are like the ladies who wear clothes that don't fit them in order to show their piety. Good intentions are invariably ungrammatical. Man can believe the impossible, but man can never believe the improbable. When art is more varied nature will, no doubt, be more varied also. If a man is sufficiently imaginative to produce evidence in support of a lie he might just as well speak the truth at once. The ancient historians gave us delightful fiction in the form of fact; the modern novelist presents us with dull facts under the guise of fiction. Nature is no great mother who has home us. She is our own creation. It is in our brain that she quickens to life. Things are because we see them, and what we see and how we see it depends on the arts that have influenced us. To look at a thing is very different from seeing a thing. One does not see anything until one sees its beauty. The proper school to learn art in is not life but art. I won't tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world's voice, or the voice of society. They matter a good deal. They matter far too much. I wouldn't marry a man with a future before him for anything under the sun. I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly, but I don't see any chance of it just at present. Modern memoirs are generally written by people who have entirely lost their memories and have never done anything worth recording. Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught. Women are like minors, they live upon their expectations. Twisted minds are as natural to some people as twisted bodies. It is the very passions about whose origin we deceive ourselves that tyrannise most strongly over us. Our weakest motives are those of whose nature we are conscious. It often happens that when we think we are experimenting on others we are really experimenting on ourselves. Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing it is always from the noblest motives. I thought I had no heart. I find I have, and a heart doesn't suit me. Somehow it doesn't go with modern dress. It makes one look old, and it spoils one's career at critical moments. I don't play accurately--anyone can play accurately--but I play with wonderful expression. As far as the piano is concerned sentiment is my forte. I keep science for life. I delight in men over seventy. They always offer one the devotion of a lifetime. Everybody who is incapable of learning has taken to teaching--that is really what our enthusiasm for education has come to. Nature hates mind. From the point of view of form the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling the actor's craft is the type. Where we differ from each other is purely in accidentals--in dress, manner, tone of voice, religious opinions, personal appearance, tricks of habit, and the like. The more we study art the less we care for Nature. What art really reveals to us is Nature's lack of design, her curious crudities, her extraordinary monotony, her absolutely unfinished condition.... It is fortunate for us, however, that nature is so imperfect, as otherwise we should have had no art at all. Art is our spirited protest, our gallant attempt to teach Nature her proper place. As for the infinite variety of nature, that is a pure myth. It is not to be found in Nature herself. It resides in the imagination or fancy or cultivated blindness of the man who looks at her. Facts are not merely finding a footing-place in history but they are usurping the domain of fancy and have invaded the kingdom of romance. Their chilling touch is over everything. They are vulgarising mankind. Ordinary people wait till life discloses to them its secrets, but to the few, to the elect, the mysteries of life are revealed before the veil is drawn away. Sometimes this is the effect of art, and chiefly of the art of literature which deals immediately with the passions and the intellect. But now and then a complex personality takes the place and assumes the office of art, is, indeed, in its way a real work of art, Life having its elaborate masterpieces just as poetry has, or sculpture, or painting. Thinking is the most unhealthy thing in the world, and people die of it just as they die of any other disease. A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite and it leaves one unsatisfied. The aim of the liar is simply to charm, to delight, to give pleasure. He is the very basis of civilised society. It is quite a mistake to believe, as many people do, that the mind shows itself in the face. Vice may sometimes write itself in lines and changes of contour, but that is all. Our faces are really masks given to us to conceal our minds with. What on earth should we men do going about with purity and innocence? A carefully thought-out buttonhole is much more effective. The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer. People say sometimes that beauty is only superficial. That may be so, but at least it is not so superficial as thought is. It is the spectator and not life that art really mirrors. Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing. Conscience and cowardice are really the same things. Conscience is the trade name of the firm--that is all. In every sphere of life form is the beginning of things. The rhythmic, harmonious gestures of dancing convey, Plato tells us, both rhythm and harmony into the mind. Forms are the food of faith, cried Newman, in one of those great moments of sincerity that make us admire and know the man. He was right, though he may not have known how terribly right he was. The creeds are believed not because they are rational but because they are repeated. Yes; form is everything. It is the secret of life. Find expression for a sorrow and it will become dear to you. Find expression for a joy and you intensify its ecstasy. Do you wish to love? Use love's litany and the words will create the yearning from which the world fancies that they spring. Have you a grief that corrodes your heart? Learn its utterance from Prince Hamlet and Queen Constance and you will find that mere expression is a mode of consolation and that form, which is the birth of passion, is also the death of pain. And so, to return to the sphere of art, it is form that creates not merely the critical temperament but also the æsthetic instinct that reveals to one all things under the condition of beauty. Start with the worship of form and there is no secret in art that will not be revealed to you. It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue. Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common-sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes. Lady Henry Wotton was a curious woman, whose dresses always looked as if they had been designed in a rage and put on in a tempest. She was usually in love with somebody, and, as her passion was never returned, she had kept all her illusions. She tried to look picturesque but only succeeded in being untidy. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. With an evening coat and a white tie anybody, even a stockbroker, can gain a reputation for being civilised. There is nothing so interesting as telling a good man or woman how bad one has been. It is intellectually fascinating. One of the greatest pleasures of having been wicked is that one has so much to say to the good. Laws are made in order that people in authority may not remember them, just as marriages are made in order that the divorce court may not play about idly. To get back one's youth one has merely to repeat one's follies. Never marry a woman with straw-coloured hair. They are so sentimental. The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. We think that we are generous because we credit our neighbours with the possession of those virtues that are likely to be a benefit to us. We praise the banker that we may overdraw our account, and find good qualities in the high-wayman in the hope that he may spare our pockets. I have the greatest contempt for optimism. Art begins with abstract decoration, with purely imaginative and pleasureable work dealing with what is unreal and non-existent. This is the first stage. Then life becomes fascinated with this new wonder, and asks to be admitted into the charmed circle. Art takes life as part of her rough material, recreates it and refashions it in fresh form; is absolutely indifferent to facts; invents, imagines, dreams, and keeps between herself and reality the impenetrable barrier of beautiful style, of decorative or ideal treatment. The third stage is when Life gets the upper hand and drives Art out into the wilderness. This is the true decadence, and it is from this that we are now suffering. Good intentions have been the ruin of the world. The only people who have achieved anything have been those who have had no intentions at all. I never take any notice of what common people say, and I never interfere with what charming people do. You know I am not a champion of marriage. The real drawback to marriage is that it makes one unselfish, and unselfish people are colourless--they lack individuality. Still there are certain temperaments that marriage makes more complex. They retain their egotism, and add to it many other egos. They are forced to have more than one life. They become more highly organised, and to be highly organised is, I should fancy, the object of man's existence. Besides, every experience is of value, and whatever one may say against marriage it is certainly an experience. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. I never talk during music--at least not during good music. If anyone hears bad music it is one's duty to drown it in conversation. When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself. Faith is the most plural thing I know. We are all supposed to believe in the same thing in different ways. It is like eating out of the same dish with different coloured spoons. Experience is of no ethical value. It is merely the name men give to their mistakes. Moralists have, as a rule, regarded it as a mode of warning, have claimed for it a certain ethical efficacy in the formation of character, have praised it as something that teaches us what to follow and shows us what to avoid. But there is no motive power in experience. It is as little of an active cause as conscience itself. All that it really demonstrates is that our future will be the same as our past and that the sin we have done once, and with loathing, we shall do many times, and with joy. Sensations are the details that build up the stories of our lives. No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. She looks like an 'edition de luxe' of a wicked French novel meant specially for the English market. I never knew what terror was before; I know it now. It is as if a hand of ice were laid upon one's heart. It is as if one's heart were beating itself to death in some empty hollow. We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved. One knows so well the popular idea of health. The English country gentleman galloping along after a fox--the unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable. People seldom tell the truths that are worth telling. We ought to choose our truths as carefully as we choose our lies and to select our virtues with as much thought as we bestow upon the selection of our enemies. Soul and body, body and soul--how mysterious they are! There is animalism in the soul, and the body has its moments of spirituality. The senses can refine and the intellect can degrade. Who can say where the fleshly impulse ceases or the psychical impulse begins? How shallow are the arbitrary definitions of ordinary psychologists! And yet how difficult to decide between the claims of the various schools! Is the soul a shadow seated in the house of sin? Or is the body really in the soul, as Giordano Bruno thought? The separation of spirit from matter is a mystery, and the unison of spirit with matter is a mystery also. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written-that is all. Marriage is a sort of forcing house. It brings strange sins to fruit, and sometimes strange renunciations. The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. A sense of duty is like some horrible disease. It destroys the tissues of the mind, as certain complaints destroy the tissues of the body. The catechism has a great deal to answer for. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Few people have sufficient strength to resist the preposterous claims of orthodoxy. She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman. A virtue is like a city set upon a hill--it cannot be hid. We can conceal our vices if we care to--for a time at least--but a virtue will out. Can't make out how you stand London society. The thing has gone to the dogs: a lot of damned nobodies talking about nothing. You don't know what an existence they lead down there. It is pure, unadulterated country life. They get up early because they have so much to do, and go to bed early because they have so little to think about. Nothing is so fatal to a personality as the keeping of promises, unless it be telling the truth. Who cares whether Mr Ruskin's views on Turner are sound or not? What does it matter? That mighty and majestic prose of his, so fervid and so fiery coloured in its noble eloquence, so rich in its elaborate symphonic music, so sure and certain, at its best, in subtle choice of word and epithet, is, at least, as great a work of art as any of those wonderful sunsets that bleach or rot on their corrupted canvases in England's gallery--greater, indeed, one is apt to think at times, not merely because its equal beauty is more enduring but on account of the fuller variety of its appeal--soul speaking to soul in those long, cadenced lines, not through form and colour alone, though through these, indeed, completely and without loss, but with intellectual and emotional utterance, with lofty passion and with loftier thought, with imaginative insight and with poetic aim--greater, I always think, even as literature is the greater art. Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one. Mrs Cheveley is one of those very modern women of our time who find a new scandal as becoming as a new bonnet, and air them both in the Park every afternoon at 5.30. I am sure she adores scandals, and that the sorrow of her life at present is that she can't manage to have enough of them. The world divides actions into three classes: good actions, bad actions that you may do, and bad actions that you may not do. If you stick to the good actions you are respected by the good. If you stick to the bad actions that you may do you are respected by the bad. But if you perform the bad actions that no one may do then the good and the bad set upon you and you are lost indeed. I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects. The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To me the word 'natural' means all that is middle class, all that is of the essence of Jingoism, all that is colourless and without form and void. It might be a beautiful word, but it is the most debased coin in the currency of language. I pity any woman who is married to a man called John. She would probably never be allowed to know the entrancing pleasure of a single moment's solitude. It is only when we have learned to love forgetfulness that we have learned the art of living. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim. The world taken 'en masse' is a monster, crammed with prejudices, packed with prepossessions, cankered with what it calls virtues, a Puritan, a prig. And the art of life is the art of defiance. To defy--that is what we ought to live for, instead of living, as we do, to acquiesce. Some resemblance the creative work of the critic will have to the work that has stirred him to creation, but it will be such resemblance as exists, not between nature and the mirror that the painter of landscape or figure may be supposed to hold up to her, but between nature and the work of the decorative artist. Just as on the flowerless carpets of Persia tulip and rose blossom indeed, and are lovely to look on, though they are not reproduced in visible shape or line; just as the pearl and purple of the sea shell is echoed in the church of St Mark at Venice; just as the vaulted ceiling of the wondrous chapel at Ravenna is made gorgeous by the gold and green and sapphire of the peacock's tail, though the birds of Juno fly not across it; so the critic reproduces the work that he criticises in a mode that is never imitative, and part of whose charm may really consist in the rejection of resemblance, and shows us in this way not merely the meaning but also the mystery of beauty, and by transforming each art into literature solves once for all the problem of art's unity. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital. Nothing is more painful to me than to come across virtue in a person in whom I have never suspected its existence. It is like finding a needle in a bundle of hay. It pricks you. If we have virtue we should warn people of it. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things. Hopper is one of nature's gentlemen--the worst type of gentleman I know. If one intends to be good one must take it up as a profession. It is quite the most engrossing one in the world. I like Wagner's music better than anybody's. It is so loud that one can talk the whole time without other people hearing what one says. All art is at once surface and symbol. Childhood is one long career of innocent eavesdropping, of hearing what one ought not to hear. The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. The only things worth saying are those that we forget, just as the only things worth doing are those that the world is surprised at. Maturity is one long career of saying what one ought not to say. That is the art of conversation. Virtue is generally merely a form of deficiency, just as vice is an assertion of intellect. People teach in order to conceal their ignorance, as people smile in order to conceal their tears. To be unnatural is often to be great. To be natural is generally to be stupid. To lie finely is an art, to tell the truth is to act according to nature. People who talk sense are like people who break stones in the road: they cover one with dust and splinters. Jesus said to man: You have a wonderful personality. Develop it. Be yourself. Don't imagine that your perfection lies in accumulating or possessing external things. Your perfection is inside of you. If only you could realise that you would not want to be rich. Ordinary riches can be stolen from a man, real riches cannot. In the treasury-house of your soul there are infinitely precious things that may not be taken from you. Try to so shape your life that external things will not harm you, and try also to get rid of personal property. It involves sordid preoccupation, endless industry, continual wrong. Personal property hinders individualism at every step. When Jesus talks about the poor He simply means personalities, just as when He talks about the rich He simply means people who have not developed their personalities. An echo is often more beautiful than the voice it repeats. * * * * * THE SOUL OF MAN The chief advantage that would result from the establishment of Socialism is, undoubtedly, the fact that Socialism would relieve us from that sordid necessity of living for others which, in the present condition of things, presses so hardly upon almost everybody. In fact, scarcely anyone at all escapes. Now and then, in the course of the century, a great man of science, like Darwin; a great poet, like Keats; a fine critical spirit, like M, Renan; a supreme artist, like Flaubert, has been able to isolate himself, to keep himself out of reach of the clamorous claims of others, to stand 'under the shelter of the wall,' as Plato puts it, and so to realise the perfection of what was in him, to his own incomparable gain, and to the incomparable and lasting gain of the whole world. These, however, are exceptions. The majority of people spoil their lives by an unhealthy and exaggerated altruism--are forced, indeed, so to spoil them. They find themselves surrounded by hideous poverty, by hideous ugliness, by hideous starvation. It is inevitable that they should be strongly moved by all this. The emotions of man are stirred more quickly than man's intelligence; and, as I pointed out some time ago in an article on the function of criticism, it is much more easy to have sympathy with suffering than it is to have sympathy with thought. Accordingly, with admirable, though misdirected intentions, they very seriously and very sentimentally set themselves to the task of remedying the evils that they see. But their remedies do not cure the disease: they merely prolong it. Indeed, their remedies are part of the disease. They try to solve the problem of poverty, for instance, by keeping the poor alive; or, in the case of a very advanced school, by amusing the poor. But this is not a solution: it is an aggravation of the difficulty. The proper aim is to try and reconstruct society on such a basis that poverty will be impossible. And the altruistic virtues have really prevented the carrying out of this aim. Just as the worst slave-owners were those who were kind to their slaves, and so prevented the horror of the system being realised by those who suffered from it, and understood by those who contemplated it, so, in the present state of things in England, the people who do most harm are the people who try to do most good; and at last we have had the spectacle of men who have really studied the problem and know the life-educated men who live in the East End--coming forward and imploring the community to restrain its altruistic impulses of charity, benevolence, and the like. They do so on the ground that such charity degrades and demoralises. They are perfectly right. Charity creates a multitude of sins. There is also this to be said. It is immoral to use private property in order to alleviate the horrible evils that result from the institution of private property. It is both immoral and unfair. Under Socialism all this will, of course, be altered. There will be no people living in fetid dens and fetid rags, and bringing up unhealthy, hunger-pinched children in the midst of impossible and absolutely repulsive surroundings. The security of society will not depend, as it does now, on the state of the weather. If a frost comes we shall not have a hundred thousand men out of work, tramping about the streets in a state of disgusting misery, or whining to their neighbours for alms, or crowding round the doors of loathsome shelters to try and secure a hunch of bread and a night's unclean lodging. Each member of the society will share in the general prosperity and happiness of the society, and if a frost comes no one will practically be anything the worse. Upon the other hand, Socialism itself will be of value simply because it will lead to Individualism. Socialism, Communism, or whatever one chooses to call it, by converting private property into public wealth, and substituting co-operation for competition, will restore society to its proper condition of a thoroughly healthy organism, and insure the material well-being of each member of the community. It will, in fact, give Life it's proper basis and its proper environment. But for the full development of Life to its highest mode of perfection, something more is needed. What is needed is Individualism. If the Socialism is Authoritarian; if there are Governments armed with economic power as they are now with political power; if, in a word, we are to have Industrial Tyrannies, then the last state of man will be worse than the first. At present, in consequence of the existence of private property, a great many people are enabled to develop a certain very limited amount of Individualism. They are either under no necessity to work for their living, or are enabled to choose the sphere of activity that is really congenial to them, and gives them pleasure. These are the poets, the philosophers, the men of science, the men of culture--in a word, the real men, the men who have realised themselves, and in whom all Humanity gains a partial realisation. Upon the other hand, there are a great many people who, having no private property of their own, and being always on the brink of sheer starvation, are compelled to do the work of beasts of burden, to do work that is quite uncongenial to them, and to which they are forced by the peremptory, unreasonable, degrading Tyranny of want. These are the poor, and amongst them there is no grace of manner, or charm of speech, or civilisation, or culture, or refinement in pleasures, or joy of life. From their collective force Humanity gains much in material prosperity. But it is only the material result that it gains, and the man who is poor is in himself absolutely of no importance. He is merely the infinitesimal atom of a force that, so far from regarding him, crushes him: indeed, prefers him crushed, as in that case he is far more obedient. Of course, it might be said that the Individualism generated under conditions of private property is not always, or even as a rule, of a fine or wonderful type, and that the poor, if they have not culture and charm, have still many virtues. Both these statements would be quite true. The possession of private property is very often extremely demoralising, and that is, of course, one of the reasons why Socialism wants to get rid of the institution. In fact, property is really a nuisance. Some years ago people went about the country saying that property has duties. They said it so often and so tediously that, at last, the Church has begun to say it. One hears it now from every pulpit. It is perfectly true. Property not merely has duties, but has so many duties that its possession to any large extent is a bore. It involves endless claims upon one, endless attention to business, endless bother. If property had simply pleasures, we could stand it; but its duties make it unbearable. In the interest of the rich we must get rid of it. The virtues of the poor may be readily admitted, and are much to be regretted. We are often told that the poor are grateful for charity. Some of them are, no doubt, but the best amongst the poor are never grateful. They are ungrateful, discontented, disobedient, and rebellious. They are quite right to be so. Charity they feel to be a ridiculously inadequate mode of partial restitution, or a sentimental dole, usually accompanied by some impertinent attempt on the part of the sentimentalist to tyrannise over their private lives. Why should they be grateful for the crumbs that fall from the rich man's table? They should be seated at the board, and are beginning to know it. As for being discontented, a man who would not be discontented with such surroundings and such a low mode of life would be a perfect brute. Disobedience, in the eyes of anyone who has read history, is man's original virtue. It is through disobedience that progress has been made, through disobedience and through rebellion. Sometimes the poor are praised for being thrifty. But to recommend thrift to the poor is both grotesque and insulting. It is like advising a man who is starving to eat less. For a town or country labourer to practise thrift would be absolutely immoral. Man should not be ready to show that he can live like a badly-fed animal. He should decline to live like that, and should either steal or go on the rates, which is considered by many to be a form of stealing. As for begging, it is safer to beg than to take, but it is finer to take than to beg. No: a poor man who is ungrateful, unthrifty, discontented, and rebellious, is probably a real personality, and has much in him. He is at any rate a healthy protest. As for the virtuous poor, one can pity them, of course, but one cannot possibly admire them; They have made private terms with the enemy, and sold their birthright for very bad pottage. They must also be extraordinarily stupid. I can quite understand a man accepting laws that protect private property, and admit of its accumulation, as long as he himself is able under those conditions to realise some form of beautiful and intellectual life. But it is almost incredible to me how a man whose life is marred and made hideous by such laws can possibly acquiesce in their continuance. However, the explanation is not really difficult to find. It is simply this. Misery and poverty are so absolutely degrading, and exercise such a paralysing effect over the nature of men, that no class is ever really conscious of its own suffering. They have to be told of it by other people, and they often entirely disbelieve them. What is said by great employers of labour against agitators is unquestionably true. Agitators are a set of interfering, meddling people, who come down to some perfectly contented class of the community, and sow the seeds of discontent amongst them. That is the reason why agitators are so absolutely necessary. Without them, in our incomplete state, there would be no advance towards civilisation. Slavery was put down in America, not in consequence of any action on the part of the slaves, or even any express desire on their part that they should be free. It was put down entirely through the grossly illegal conduct of certain agitators in Boston and elsewhere, who were not slaves themselves, nor owners of slaves, nor had anything to do with the question really. It was, undoubtedly, the Abolitionists who set the torch alight, who began the whole thing. And it is curious to note that from the slaves themselves they received, not merely very little assistance, but hardly any sympathy even; and when at the close of the war the slaves found themselves free, found themselves indeed so absolutely free that they were free to starve, many of them bitterly regretted the new state of things. To the thinker, the most tragic fact in the whole of the French Revolution is not that Marie Antoinette was killed for being a queen, but that the starved peasant of the Vendée voluntarily went out to die for the hideous cause of feudalism. It is clear, then, that no Authoritarian Socialism will do. For while under the present system a very large number of people can lead lives of a certain amount of freedom and expression and happiness, under an industrial-barrack system, or a system of economic tyranny, nobody would be able to have any such freedom at all. It is to be regretted that a portion of our community should be practically in slavery, but to propose to solve the problem by enslaving the entire community is childish. Every man must be left quite free to choose his own work. No form of compulsion must be exercised over him. If there is, his work will not be good for him, will riot be good in itself, and will not be good for others. And by work I simply mean activity of any kind. I hardly think that any Socialist, nowadays, would seriously propose that an inspector should call every morning at each house to see that each citizen rose up and did manual labour for eight hours. Humanity has got beyond that stage, and reserves such a form of life for the people whom, in a very arbitrary manner, it chooses to call criminals. But I confess that many of the socialistic views that I have come across seem to me to be tainted with ideas of authority, if not of actual compulsion. Of course, authority and compulsion are out of the question. All association must be quite voluntary. It is only in voluntary associations that man is fine. But it may be asked how Individualism, which is now more or less dependent on the existence of private property for its development, will benefit by the abolition of such private property. The answer is very simple. It is true that, under existing conditions, a few men who have had private means of their own, such as Byron, Shelley, Browning, Victor Hugo, Baudelaire, and others, have been able to realise their personality more or less completely. Not one of these men ever did a single day's work for hire. They were relieved from poverty. They had an immense advantage. The question is whether it would be for the good of Individualism that such an advantage should be taken away. Let us suppose that it is taken away. What happens then to Individualism? How will it benefit? It will benefit in this way, under the new conditions Individualism will be far freer, far finer, and far more intensified than it is now. I am not talking of the great imaginatively-realised Individualism of such poets as I have mentioned, but of the great actual Individualism latent and potential in mankind generally. For the recognition of private property has really harmed Individualism, and obscured it, by confusing a man with what he possesses. It has led Individualism entirely astray. It has made gain not growth its aim. So that man thought that the important thing was to have, and did not know that the important thing is to be. The true perfection of man lies, not in what man has, but in what man is. Private property has crushed true Individualism, and set up an Individualism that is false. It has debarred one part of the community from being individual by starving them. It has debarred the other part of the community from being individual by putting them on the wrong road, and encumbering them. Indeed, so completely has man's personality been absorbed by his possessions that the English law has always treated offences against a man's property with far more severity than offences against his person, and property is still the test of complete citizenship. The industry necessary for the making of money is also very demoralising. In a community like ours, where property confers immense distinction, social position, honour, respect, titles, and other pleasant things of the kind, man, being naturally ambitious, makes it his aim to accumulate this property, and goes on wearily and tediously accumulating it long after he has got far more than he wants, or can use, or enjoy, or perhaps even know of. Man will kill himself by overwork in order to secure property, and really, considering the enormous advantages that property brings, one is hardly surprised. One's regret is that society should be constructed on such a basis that man has been forced into a groove in which he cannot freely develop what is wonderful, and fascinating, and delightful in him--in which, in fact, he misses the true pleasure and joy of living. He is also, under existing conditions, very insecure. An enormously wealthy merchant may be--often is--at every moment of his life at the mercy of things that are not under his control. If the wind blows an extra point or so, or the weather suddenly changes, or some trivial thing happens, his ship may go down, his speculations may go wrong, and he finds himself a poor man, with his social position quite gone. Now, nothing should be able to harm a man except himself. Nothing should be able to rob a man at all. What a man really has, is what is in him. What is outside of him should be a matter of no importance. With the abolition of private property, then, we shall have true, beautiful, healthy Individualism. Nobody will waste his life in accumulating things, and the symbols for things. One will live. To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. It is a question whether we have ever seen the full expression of a personality, except on the imaginative plane of art. In action, we never have. Cæsar, says Mommsen, was the complete and perfect man. But how tragically insecure was Cæsar! Wherever there is a man who exercises authority, there is a man who resists authority. Cæsar was very perfect, but his perfection travelled by too dangerous a road. Marcus Aurelius was the perfect man, says Renan. Yes; the great emperor was a perfect man. But how intolerable were the endless claims upon him! He staggered under the burden of the empire. He was conscious how inadequate one man was to bear the weight of that Titan and too vast orb. What I mean by a perfect man is one who develops under perfect conditions; one who is not wounded, or worried or maimed, or in danger. Most personalities have been obliged to be rebels. Half their strength has been wasted in friction. Byron's personality, for instance, was terribly wasted in its battle with the stupidity, and hypocrisy, and Philistinism of the English. Such battles do not always intensify strength: they often exaggerate weakness. Byron was never able to give us what he might have given us. Shelley escaped better. Like Byron, he got out of England as soon as possible. But he was not so well known. If the English had had any idea of what a great poet he really was, they would have fallen on him with tooth and nail, and made his life as unbearable to him as they possibly could. But he was not a remarkable figure in society, and consequently he escaped, to a certain degree. Still, even in Shelley the note of rebellion is sometimes too strong. The note of the perfect personality is not rebellion, but peace. It will be a marvellous thing--the true personality of man--when we see it. It will grow naturally and simply, flowerlike, or as a tree grows. It will not be at discord. It will never argue or dispute. It will not prove things. It will know everything. And yet it will not busy itself about knowledge. It will have wisdom. Its value will not be measured by material things. It will have nothing. And yet it will have everything, and whatever one takes from it, it will still have, so rich will it he. It will not be always meddling with others, or asking them to be like itself. It will love them because they will be different. And yet while it will not meddle with others, it will help all, as a beautiful thing helps us, by being what it is. The personality of man will be very wonderful. It will be as wonderful as the personality of a child. In its development it will be assisted by Christianity, if men desire that; but if men do not desire that, it will develop none the less surely. For it will not worry itself about the past, nor care whether things happened or did not happen. Nor will it admit any laws but its own laws; nor any authority but its own authority. Yet it will love those who sought to intensity it, and speak often of them. And of these Christ was one. 'Know thyself' was written over the portal of the antique world. Over the portal of the new world, 'Be thyself' shall be written. And the message of Christ to man was simply 'Be thyself.' That is the secret of Christ. When Jesus talks about the poor he simply means personalities, just as when he talks about the rich he simply means people who have not developed their personalities. Jesus moved in a community that allowed the accumulation of private property just as ours does, and the gospel that he preached was not that in such a community it is an advantage for a man to live on scanty, unwholesome food, to wear ragged, unwholesome clothes, to sleep in horrid, unwholesome dwellings, and a disadvantage for a man to live under healthy, pleasant, and decent conditions. Such a view would have been wrong there and then, and would, of course, be still more wrong now and in England; for as man moves northward the material necessities of life become of more vital importance, and our society is infinitely more complex, and displays far greater extremes of luxury and pauperism than any society of the antique world. What Jesus meant, was this. He said to man, 'You have a wonderful personality. Develop it. Be yourself. Don't imagine that your perfection lies in accumulating or possessing external things. Your perfection is inside of you. If only you could realise that, you would not want to be rich. Ordinary riches can be stolen from a man. Real riches cannot. In the treasury-house of your soul, there are infinitely precious things, that may not be taken from you. And so, try to so shape your life that external things will not harm you. And try also to get rid of personal property. It involves sordid preoccupation, endless industry, continual wrong. Personal property hinders Individualism at every step. It is to be noted that Jesus never says that impoverished people are necessarily good, or wealthy people necessarily bad. That would not have been true. Wealthy people are, as a class, better than impoverished people, more moral, more intellectual, more well-behaved. There is only one class in the community that thinks more about money than the rich, and that is the poor. The poor can think of nothing else. That is the misery of being poor. What Jesus does say is that man reaches his perfection, not through what he has, not even through what he does, but entirely through what he is. And so the wealthy young man who comes to Jesus is represented as a thoroughly good citizen, who has broken none of the laws of his state, none of the commandments of his religion. He is quite respectable, in the ordinary sense of that extraordinary word. Jesus says to him, 'You should give up private property. It hinders you from realising your perfection. It is a drag upon you. It is a burden. Your personality does not need it. It is within you, and not outside of you, that you will find what you really are, and what you really want.' To his own friends he says the same thing. He tells them to be themselves, and not to be always worrying about other things. What do other things matter? Man is complete in himself. When they go into the world, the world will disagree with them. That is inevitable. The world hates Individualism. But that is not to trouble them. They are to be calm and self-centred. If a man takes their cloak, they are to give him their coat, just to show that material things are of no importance. If people abuse them, they are not to answer back. What does it signify? The things people say of a man do not alter a man. He is what he is. Public opinion is of no value whatsoever. Even if people employ actual violence, they are not to be violent in turn. That would be to fall to the same low level. After all, even in prison, a man can be quite free. His soul can be free. His personality can be untroubled. He can be at peace. And, above all things, they are not to interfere with other people or judge them in any way. Personality is a very mysterious thing. A man cannot always be estimated by what he does. He may keep the law, and yet be worthless. He may break the law, and yet be fine. He may be bad, without ever doing anything bad. He may commit a sin against society, and yet realise through that sin his true perfection. There was a woman who was taken in adultery. We are not told the history of her love, but that love must have been very great; for Jesus said that her sins were forgiven her, not because she repented, but because her love was so intense and wonderful. Later on, a short time before his death, as he sat at a feast, the woman came in and poured costly perfumes on his hair. His friends tried to interfere with her, and said that it was an extravagance, and that the money that the perfume cost should have been expended on charitable relief of people in want, or something of that kind. Jesus did not accept that view. He pointed out that the material needs of Man were great and very permanent, but that the spiritual needs of Man were greater still, and that in one divine moment, and by selecting its own mode of expression, a personality might make itself perfect. The world worships the woman, even now, as a saint. Yes; there are suggestive things in Individualism. Socialism annihilates family life, for instance. With the abolition of private property, marriage in its present form must disappear. This is part of the programme. Individualism accepts this and makes it fine. It converts the abolition of legal restraint into a form of freedom that will help the full development of personality, and make the love of man and woman more wonderful, more beautiful, and more ennobling. Jesus knew this. He rejected the claims of family life, although they existed in his day and community in a very marked form. 'Who is my mother? Who are my brothers?' he said, when he was told that they wished to speak to him. When one of his followers asked leave to go and bury his father, 'Let the dead bury the dead,' was his terrible answer. He would allow no claim whatsoever to be made on personality. And so he who would lead a Christ-like like life is he who is perfectly and absolutely himself. He may be a great poet, or a great man of science; or a young student at a University, or one who watches sheep upon a moor; or a maker of dramas, like Shakespeare, or a thinker about God, like Spinoza; or a child who plays in a garden, or a fisherman who throws his net into the sea. It does not matter what he is, as long as he realises the perfection of the soul that is within him. All imitation in morals and in life is wrong. Through the streets of Jerusalem at the present day crawls one who is mad and carries a wooden cross on his shoulders. He is a symbol of the lives that are marred by imitation. Father Damien was Christ-like when he went out to live with the lepers, because in such service he realised fully what was best in him. But he was not more Christ-like than Wagner when he realised his soul in music; or than Shelley, when he realised his soul in song. There is no one type for man. There are as many perfections as there are imperfect men. And while to the claims of charity a man may yield and yet be free, to the claims of conformity no man may yield and remain free at all. Individualism, then, is what through Socialism we are to attain to. As a natural result the State must give up all idea of government. It must give it up because, as a wise man once said many centuries before Christ, there is such a thing as leaving mankind alone; there is no such thing as governing mankind. All modes of government are failures. Despotism is unjust to everybody, including the despot, who was probably made for better things. Oligarchies are unjust to the many, and ochlocracies are unjust to the few. High hopes were once formed of democracy; but democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people. It has been found out. I must say that it was high time, for all authority is quite degrading. It degrades those who exercise it, and degrades those over whom it is exercised. When it is violently, grossly, and cruelly used, it produces a good effect, by creating, or at any rate bringing out, the spirit of revolt and Individualism that is to kill it. When it is used with a certain amount of kindness, and accompanied by prizes and rewards, it is dreadfully demoralising. People, in that case, are less conscious of the horrible pressure that is being put on them, and so go through their lives in a sort of coarse comfort, like petted animals, without ever realising that they are probably thinking other people's thoughts, living by other people's standards, wearing practically what one may call other people's second-hand clothes, and never being themselves for a single moment. 'He who would be free,' says a fine thinker, 'must not conform.' And authority, by bribing people to conform, produces a very gross kind of over-fed barbarism amongst us. With authority, punishment will pass away. This will be a great gain--a gain, in fact, of incalculable value. As one reads history, not in the expurgated editions written for schoolboys and passmen, but in the original authorities of each time, one is absolutely sickened, not by the crimes that the wicked have committed, but by the punishments that the good have inflicted; and a community is infinitely more brutalised by the habitual employment of punishment, than it is by the occurrence of crime. It obviously follows that the more punishment is inflicted the more crime is produced, and most modern legislation has clearly recognised this, and has made it its task to diminish punishment as far as it thinks it can. Wherever it has really diminished it, the results have always been extremely good. The less punishment, the less crime. When there is no punishment at all, crime will either cease to exist, or, if it occurs, will be treated by physicians as a very distressing form of dementia, to be cured by care and kindness. For what are called criminals nowadays are not criminals at all. Starvation, and not sin, is the parent of modern crime. That indeed is the reason why our criminals are, as a class, so absolutely uninteresting from any psychological point of view. They are not marvellous Macbeths and terrible Vautrins. They are merely what ordinary, respectable, commonplace people would be if they had not got enough to eat. When private property is abolished there will be no necessity for crime, no demand for it; it will cease to exist. Of course, all crimes are not crimes against property, though such are the crimes that the English law, valuing what a man has more than what a man is, punishes with the harshest and most horrible severity, if we except the crime of murder, and regard death as worse than penal servitude, a point on which our criminals, I believe, disagree. But though a crime may not be against property, it may spring from the misery and rage and depression produced by our wrong system of property-holding, and so, when that system is abolished, will disappear. When each member of the community has sufficient for his wants, and is not interfered with by his neighbour, it will not be an object of any interest to him to interfere with anyone else. Jealousy, which is an extraordinary source of crime in modern life, is an emotion closely bound up with our conceptions of property, and under Socialism and Individualism will die out. It is remarkable that in communistic tribes jealousy is entirely unknown. Now as the State is not to govern, it may be asked what the State is to do. The State is to be a voluntary association that will organise labour, and be the manufacturer and distributor of necessary commodities. The State is to make what is useful. The individual is to make what is beautiful. And as I have mentioned the word labour. I cannot help saying that a great deal of nonsense is being written and talked nowadays about the dignity of manual labour. There is nothing necessarily dignified about manual labour at all, and most of it is absolutely degrading. It is mentally and morally injurious to man to do anything in which he does not find pleasure, and many forms of labour are quite pleasureless activities, and should be regarded as such. To sweep a slushy crossing for eight hours on a day when the east wind is blowing is a disgusting occupation. To sweep it with mental, moral, or physical dignity seems to me to be impossible. To sweep it with joy would be appalling. Man is made for something better than disturbing dirt. All work of that kind should be done by a machine. And I have no doubt that it will be so. Up to the present, man has been, to a certain extent, the slave of machinery, and there is something tragic in the fact that as soon as man had invented a machine to do his work he began to starve. This, however, is, of course, the result of our property system and our system of competition. One man owns a machine which does the work of five hundred men. Five hundred men are, in consequence, thrown out of employment, and, having no work to do, become hungry and take to thieving. The one man secures the produce of the machine and keeps it, and has five hundred times as much as he should have, and probably, which is of much more importance, a great deal more than he really wants. Were that machine the property of all, everyone would benefit by it. It would be an immense advantage to the community. All unintellectual labour, all monotonous, dull labour, all labour that deals with dreadful things, and involves unpleasant conditions, must be done by machinery. Machinery must work for us in coal mines, and do all sanitary services, and be the stoker of steamers, and clean the streets, and run messages on wet days, and do anything that is tedious or distressing. At present machinery competes against man. Under proper conditions machinery will serve man. There is no doubt at all that this is the future of machinery, and just as trees grow while the country gentleman is asleep, so while Humanity will be amusing itself, or enjoying cultivated leisure--which, and not labour, is the aim of man--or making beautiful things, or reading beautiful things, or simply contemplating the world with admiration and delight, machinery will he doing all the necessary and unpleasant work. The fact is, that civilisation requires slaves. The Greeks were quite right there. Unless there are slaves to do the ugly, horrible, uninteresting work, culture and contemplation become almost impossible. Human slavery is wrong, insecure, and demoralising. On mechanical slavery, on the slavery of the machine, the future of the world depends. And when scientific men are no longer called upon to go down to a depressing East End and distribute bad cocoa and worse blankets to starving people, they will have delightful leisure in which to devise wonderful and marvellous things for their own joy and the joy of everyone else. There will be great storages of force for every city, and for every house if required, and this force man will convert into heat, light, or motion, according to his needs. Is this Utopian? A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias. Now, I have said that the community by means of organisation of machinery will supply the useful things, and that the beautiful things will be made by the individual. This is not merely necessary, but it is the only possible way by which we can get either the one or the other. An individual who has to make things for the use of others, and with reference to their wants and their wishes, does not work with interest, and consequently cannot put into his work what is best in him. Upon the other hand, whenever a community or a powerful section of a community, or a government of any kind, attempts to dictate to the artist what he is to do, Art either entirely vanishes, or becomes stereotyped, or degenerates into a low and ignoble form of craft. A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament. Its beauty comes from the fact that the author is what he is. It has nothing to do with the fact that other people want what they want. Indeed, the moment that an artist takes notice of what other people want, and tries to supply the demand, he ceases to be an artist, and becomes a dull or an amusing craftsman, an honest or a dishonest tradesman. He has no further claim to be considered as an artist. Art is the most intense mode of Individualism that the world has known. I am inclined to say that it is the only real mode of Individualism that the world has known. Crime, which, under certain conditions, may seem to have created Individualism, must take cognisance of other people and interfere with them. It belongs to the sphere of action. But alone, without any reference to his neighbours, without any interference, the artist can fashion a beautiful thing; and if he does not do it solely for his own pleasure, he is not an artist at all. And it is to be noted that it is the fact that Art is this intense form of Individualism that makes the public try to exercise over it an authority that is as immoral as it is ridiculous, and as corrupting as it is contemptible. It is not quite their fault. The public has always, and in every age, been badly brought up. They are continually asking Art to be popular, to please their want of taste, to flatter their absurd vanity, to tell them what they have been told before, to show them what they ought to be tired of seeing, to amuse them when they feel heavy after eating too much, and to distract their thoughts when they are wearied of their own stupidity. Now Art should never try to be popular. The public should try to make itself artistic. There is a very wide difference. If a man of science were told that the results of his experiments, and the conclusions that he arrived at, should be of such a character that they would not upset the received popular notions on the subject, or disturb popular prejudice, or hurt the sensibilities of people who knew nothing about science; if a philosopher were told that he had a perfect right to speculate in the highest spheres of thought, provided that he arrived at the same conclusions as were held by those who had never thought in any sphere at all--well, nowadays the man of science and the philosopher would be considerably amused. Yet it is really a very few years since both philosophy and science were subjected to brutal popular control, to authority in fact--the authority of either the general ignorance of the community, or the terror and greed for power of an ecclesiastical or governmental class. Of course, we have to a very great extent got rid of any attempt on the part of the community, or the Church, or the Government, to interfere with the individualism of speculative thought, but the attempt to interfere with the individualism of imaginative art still lingers. In fact, it does more than linger; it is aggressive, offensive, and brutalising. In England, the arts that have escaped best are the arts in which the public take no interest. Poetry is an instance of what I mean. We have been able to have fine poetry in England because the public do not read it, and consequently do not influence it. The public like to insult poets because they are individual, but once they have insulted them, they leave them alone. In the case of the novel and the drama, arts in which the public do take an interest, the result of the exercise of popular authority has been absolutely ridiculous. No country produces such badly-written fiction, such tedious, common work in the novel form, such silly, vulgar plays as England. It must necessarily be so. The popular standard is of such a character that no artist can get to it. It is at once too easy and too difficult to be a popular novelist. It is too easy, because the requirements of the public as far as plot, style, psychology, treatment of life, and treatment of literature are concerned are within the reach of the very meanest capacity and the most uncultivated mind. It is too difficult, because to meet such requirements the artist would have to do violence to his temperament, would have to write not for the artistic joy of writing, but for the amusement of half-educated people, and so would have to suppress his individualism, forget his culture, annihilate his style, and surrender everything that is valuable in him. In the case of the drama, things are a little better: the theatre-going public like the obvious, it is true, but they do not like the tedious; and burlesque and farcical comedy, the two most popular forms, are distinct forms of art. Delightful work may be produced under burlesque and farcical conditions, and in work of this kind the artist in England is allowed very great freedom. It is when one comes to the higher forms of the drama that the result of popular control is seen. The one thing that the public dislike is novelty. Any attempt to extend the subject-matter of art is extremely distasteful to the public; and yet the vitality and progress of art depend in a large measure on the continual extension of subject-matter. The public dislike novelty because they are afraid of it. It represents to them a mode of Individualism, an assertion on the part of the artist that he selects his own subject, and treats it as he chooses. The public are quite right in their attitude. Art is Individualism, and Individualism is a disturbing and disintegrating force. Therein lies its immense value. For what it seeks to disturb is monotony of type, slavery of custom, tyranny of habit, and the reduction of man to the level of a machine. In Art, the public accept what has been, because they cannot alter it, not because they appreciate it. They swallow their classics whole, and never taste them. They endure them as the inevitable, and as they cannot mar them, they mouth about them. Strangely enough, or not strangely, according to one's own views, this acceptance of the classics does a great deal of harm. The uncritical admiration of the Bible and Shakespeare in England is an instance of what I mean. With regard to the Bible, considerations of ecclesiastical authority enter into the matter, so that I need not dwell upon the point. But in the case of Shakespeare it is quite obvious that the public really see neither the beauties nor the defects of his plays. If they saw the beauties, they would not object to the development of the drama; and if they saw the defects, they would not object to the development of the drama either. The fact is, the public make use of the classics of a country as a means of checking the progress of Art. They degrade the classics into authorities. They use them as bludgeons for preventing the free expression of Beauty in new forms. They are always asking a writer why he does not write like somebody else, or a painter why he does not paint like somebody else, quite oblivious of the fact that if either of them did anything of the kind he would cease to be an artist. A fresh mode of Beauty is absolutely distasteful to them, and whenever it appears they get so angry and bewildered, that they always use two stupid expressions--one is that the work of art is grossly unintelligible; the other, that the work of art is grossly immoral. What they mean by these words seems to me to be this. When they say a work is grossly unintelligible, they mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful thing that is new; when they describe a work as grossly immoral, they mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful thing that is true. The former expression has reference to style; the latter to subject-matter. But they probably use the words very vaguely, as an ordinary mob will use ready-made paving-stones. There is not a single real poet or prose-writer of this century, for instance, on whom the British public have not solemnly conferred diplomas of immorality, and these diplomas practically take the place, with us, of what in France, is the formal recognition of an Academy of Letters, and fortunately make the establishment of such an institution quite unnecessary in England. Of course, the public are very reckless in their use of the word. That they should have called Wordsworth an immoral poet, was only to be expected. Wordsworth was a poet. But that they should have called Charles Kingsley an immoral novelist is extraordinary. Kingsley's prose was not of a very fine quality. Still, there is the word, and they use it as best they can. An artist is, of course, not disturbed by it. The true artist is a man who believes absolutely in himself, because he is absolutely himself. But I can fancy that if an artist produced a work of art in England that immediately on its appearance was recognised by the public, through their medium, which is the public press, as a work that was quite intelligible and highly moral, he would begin to seriously question whether in its creation he had really been himself at all, and consequently whether the work was not quite unworthy of him, and either of a thoroughly second-rate order, or of no artistic value whatsoever. Perhaps, however, I have wronged the public in limiting them to such words as 'immoral,' 'unintelligible,' 'exotic,' and 'unhealthy.' There is one other word that they use. That word is 'morbid.' They do not use it often. The meaning of the word is so simple that they are afraid of using it. Still, they use it sometimes, and, now and then, one comes across it in popular newspapers. It is, of course, a ridiculous word to apply to a work of art. For what is morbidity but a mood of emotion or a mode of thought that one cannot express? The public are all morbid, because the public can never find expression for anything. The artist is never morbid. He expresses everything. He stands outside his subject, and through its medium produces incomparable and artistic effects. To call an artist morbid because he deals with morbidity as his subject-matter is as silly as if one called Shakespeare mad because he wrote 'King Lear.' On the whole, an artist in England gains something by being attacked. His individuality is intensified. He becomes more completely himself. Of course, the attacks are very gross, very impertinent, and very contemptible. But then no artist expects grace from the vulgar mind, or style from the suburban intellect. Vulgarity and stupidity are two very vivid facts in modern life. One regrets them, naturally. But there they are. They are subjects for study, like everything else. And it is only fair to state, with regard to modern journalists, that they always apologise to one in private for what they have written against one in public. Within the last few years two other adjectives, it may be mentioned, have been added to the very limited vocabulary of art-abuse that is at the disposal of the public. One is the word 'unhealthy,' the other is the word 'exotic.' The latter merely expresses the rage of the momentary mushroom against the immortal, entrancing, and exquisitely lovely orchid. It is a tribute, but a tribute of no importance. The word 'unhealthy,' however, admits of analysis. It is a rather interesting word. In fact, it is so interesting that the people who use it do not know what it means. What does it mean? What is a healthy, or an unhealthy work of art? All terms that one applies to a work of art, provided that one applies them rationally, have reference to either its style or its subject, or to both together. From the point of view of style, a healthy work of art is one whose style recognises the beauty of the material it employs, be that material one of words or of bronze, of colour or of ivory, and uses that beauty as a factor in producing the æsthetic effect. From the point of view of subject, a healthy work of art is one the choice of whose subject is conditioned by the temperament of the artist, and comes directly out of it. In fine, a healthy work of art is one that has both perfection and personality. Of course, form and substance cannot be separated in a work of art; they are always one. But for purposes of analysis, and setting the wholeness of æsthetic impression aside for a moment, we can intellectually so separate them. An unhealthy work of art, on the other hand, is a work whose style is obvious, old-fashioned, and common, and whose subject is deliberately chosen, not because the artist has any pleasure in it, but because he thinks that the public will pay him for it. In fact, the popular novel that the public calls healthy is always a thoroughly unhealthy production; and what the public call an unhealthy novel is always a beautiful and healthy work of art. I need hardly say that I am not, for a single moment, complaining that the public and the public press misuse these words. I do not see how, with their lack of comprehension of what Art is, they could possibly use them in the proper sense. I am merely pointing out the misuse; and as for the origin of the misuse and the meaning that lies behind it all, the explanation is very simple. It comes from the barbarous conception of authority. It comes from the natural inability of a community corrupted by authority to understand or appreciate Individualism. In a word, it comes from that monstrous and ignorant thing that is called Public Opinion, which, bad and well-meaning as it is when it tries to control action, is infamous and of evil meaning when it tries to control Thought or Art. Indeed, there is much more to be said in favour of the physical force of the public than there is in favour of the public's opinion. The former may be fine. The latter must be foolish. It is often said that force is no argument. That, however, entirely depends on what one wants to prove. Many of the most important problems of the last few centuries, such as the continuance of personal government in England, or of feudalism in France, have been solved entirely by means of physical force. The very violence of a revolution may make the public grand and splendid for a moment. It was a fatal day when the public discovered that the pen is mightier than the paving-stone, and can be made as offensive as the brickbat. They at once sought for the journalist, found him, developed him, and made him their industrious and well-paid servant. It is greatly to be regretted, for both their sakes. Behind the barricade there may be much that is noble and heroic. But what is there behind the leading-article but prejudice, stupidity, cant, and twaddle? And when these four are joined together they make a terrible force, and constitute the new authority. In old days men had the rack. Now they have the press. That is an improvement certainly. But still it is very bad, and wrong, and demoralising. Somebody--was it Burke?--called journalism the fourth estate. That was true at the time, no doubt. But at the present moment it really is the only estate. It has eaten up the other three. The Lords Temporal say nothing, the Lords Spiritual have nothing to say, and the House of Commons has nothing to say and says it. We are dominated by Journalism. In America the President reigns for four years, and Journalism governs for ever and ever. Fortunately in America Journalism has carried its authority to the grossest and most brutal extreme. As a natural consequence it has begun to create a spirit of revolt. People are amused by it, or disgusted by it, according to their temperaments. But it is no longer the real force it was. It is not seriously treated. In England, Journalism, not, except in a few well-known instances, having been carried to such excesses of brutality, is still a great factor, a really remarkable power. The tyranny that it proposes to exercise over people's private lives seems to me to be quite extraordinary. The fact is, that the public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything, except what is worth knowing. Journalism, conscious of this, and having tradesman-like habits, supplies their demands. In centuries before ours the public nailed the ears of journalists to the pump. That was quite hideous. In this century journalists have nailed their own ears to the keyhole. That is much worse. And what aggravates the mischief is that the journalists who are most to blame are not the amusing journalists who write for what are called Society papers. The harm is done by the serious, thoughtful, earnest journalists, who solemnly, as they are doing at present, will drag before the eyes of the public some incident in the private life of a great statesman, of a man who is a leader of political thought as he is a creator of political force, and invite the public to discuss the incident, to exercise authority in the matter, to give their views, and not merely to give their views, but to carry them into action, to dictate to the man upon all other points, to dictate to his party, to dictate to his country; in fact, to make themselves ridiculous, offensive, and harmful. The private lives of men and women should not be told to the public. The public have nothing to do with them at all. In Prance they manage these things better. There they do not allow the details of the trials that take place in the divorce courts to be published for the amusement or criticism of the public. All that the public are allowed to know is that the divorce has taken place and was granted on petition of one or other or both of the married parties concerned. In France, in fact, they limit the journalist, and allow the artist almost perfect freedom. Here we allow absolute freedom to the journalist, and entirely limit the artist. English public opinion, that is to say, tries to constrain and impede and warp the man who makes things that are beautiful in effect, and compels the journalist to retail things that are ugly, or disgusting, or revolting in fact, so that we have the most serious journalists in the world, and the most indecent newspapers. It is no exaggeration to talk of compulsion. There are possibly some journalists who take a real pleasure in publishing horrible things, or who, being poor, look to scandals as forming a sort of permanent basis for an income. But there are other journalists, I feel certain, men of education and cultivation, who really dislike publishing these things, who know that it is wrong to do so, and only do it because the unhealthy conditions under which their occupation is carried on oblige them to supply the public with what the public wants, and to compete with other journalists in making that supply as full and satisfying to the gross popular appetite as possible. It is a very degrading position for any body of educated men to be placed in, and I have no doubt that most of them feel it acutely. However, let us leave what is really a very sordid side of the subject, and return to the question of popular control in the matter of Art, by which I mean Public Opinion dictating to the artist the form which he is to use, the mode in which he is to use it, and the materials with which he is to work. I have pointed out that the arts which have escaped best in England are the arts in which the public have not been interested. They are, however, interested in the drama, and as a certain advance has been made in the drama within the last ten or fifteen years, it is important to point out that this advance is entirely due to a few individual artists refusing to accept the popular want of taste as their standard, and refusing to regard Art as a mere matter of demand and supply. With his marvellous and vivid personality, with a style that has really a true colour-element in it, with his extraordinary power, not over mere mimicry but over imaginative and intellectual creation, Mr Irving, had his sole object been to give the public what they wanted, could have produced the commonest plays in the commonest manner, and made as much success and money as a man could possibly desire. But his object was not that. His object was to realise his own perfection as an artist, under certain conditions, and in certain forms of Art. At first he appealed to the few; now he has educated the many. He has created in the public both taste and temperament. The public appreciate his artistic success immensely. I often wonder, however, whether the public understand that that success is entirely due to the fact that he did not accept their standard, but realised his own. With their standard the Lyceum would have been a sort of second-rate booth, as some of the popular theatres in London are at present. Whether they understand it or not the fact however remains, that taste and temperament have, to a certain extent, been created in the public, and that the public is capable of developing these qualities. The problem then is, why do not the public become more civilised? They have the capacity. What stops them? The thing that stops them, it must be said again, is their desire to exercise authority over the artist and over works of art. To certain theatres, such as the Lyceum and the Haymarket, the public seem to come in a proper mood. In both of these theatres there have been individual artists, who have succeeded in creating in their audiences--and every theatre in London has its own audience--the temperament to which Art appeals. And what is that temperament? It is the temperament of receptivity. That is all. If a man approaches a work of art with any desire to exercise authority over it and the artist, he approaches it in such a spirit that he cannot receive any artistic impression from it at all. The work of art is to dominate the spectator: the spectator is not to dominate the work of art. The spectator is to be receptive. He is to be the violin on which the master is to play. And the more completely he can suppress his own silly views, his own foolish prejudices, his own absurd ideas of what Art should be, or should not be, the more likely he is to understand and appreciate the work of art in question. This is, of course, quite obvious in the case of the vulgar theatre-going public of English men and women. But it is equally true of what are called educated people. For an educated person's ideas of Art are drawn naturally from what Art has been, whereas the new work of art is beautiful by being what Art has never been; and to measure it by the standard of the past is to measure it by a standard on the rejection of which its real perfection depends. A temperament capable of receiving, through an imaginative medium, and under imaginative conditions, new and beautiful impressions, is the only temperament that can appreciate a work of art. And true as this is in the case of the appreciation of sculpture and painting, it is still more true of the appreciation of such arts as the drama. For a picture and a statue are not at war with Time. They take no count of its succession. In one moment their unity may be apprehended. In the case of literature it is different. Time must be traversed before the unity of effect is realised. And so, in the drama, there may occur in the first act of the play something whose real artistic value may not be evident to the spectator till the third or fourth act is reached. Is the silly fellow to get angry and call out, and disturb the play, and annoy the artists? No, the honest man is to sit quietly, and know the delightful emotions of wonder, curiosity, and suspense. He is not to go to the play to lose a vulgar temper. He is to go to the play to realise an artistic temperament. He is to go to the play to gain an artistic temperament. He is not the arbiter of the work of art. He is one who is admitted to contemplate the work of art, and, if the work be fine, to forget in its contemplation all, the egotism that mars him--the egotism of his ignorance, or the egotism of his information. This point about the drama is hardly, I think, sufficiently recognised. I can quite understand that were 'Macbeth' produced for the first time before a modern London audience, many of the people present would strongly and vigorously object to the introduction of the witches in the first act, with their grotesque phrases and their ridiculous words. But when the play is over one realises that the laughter of the witches in 'Macbeth' is as terrible as the laughter of madness in 'Lear,' more terrible than the daughter of Iago in the tragedy of the Moor. No spectator of art needs a more perfect mood of receptivity than the spectator of a play. The moment he seeks to exercise authority he becomes the avowed enemy of Art and of himself. Art does not mind. It is he who suffers. With the novel it is the same thing. Popular authority and the recognition of popular authority are fatal. Thackeray's 'Esmond' is a beautiful work of art because he wrote it to please himself. In his other novels, in 'Pendennis,' in 'Philip,' in 'Vanity Fair' even, at times, he is too conscious of the public, and spoils his work by appealing directly to the sympathies of the public, or by directly mocking at them. A true artist takes no notice whatever of the public. The public are to him non-existent. He has no poppied or honeyed cakes through which to give the monster sleep or sustenance. He leaves that to the popular novelist. One incomparable novelist we have now in England, Mr George Meredith. There are better artists in France, but France has no one whose view of life is so large, so varied, so imaginatively true. There are tellers of stories in Russia who have a more vivid sense of what pain in fiction may be. But to him belongs philosophy in fiction. His people not merely live, but they live in thought. One can see them from myriad points of view. They are suggestive. There is soul in them and around them. They are interpretative and symbolic. And he who made them, those wonderful quickly-moving figures, made them for his own pleasure, and has never asked the public what they wanted, has never cared to know what they wanted, has never allowed the public to dictate to him or influence him in any way, but has gone on intensifying his own personality, and producing his own individual work. At first none came to him. That did not matter. Then the few came to him. That did not change him. The many have come now. He is still the same. He's an incomparable novelist. With the decorative arts it is not different. The public clung with really pathetic tenacity to what I believe were the direct traditions of the Great Exhibition of international vulgarity, traditions that were so appalling that the houses in which people lived were only fit for blind people to live in. Beautiful things began to be made, beautiful colours came from the dyer's hand, beautiful patterns from the artist's brain, and the use of beautiful things and their value and importance were set forth. The public were really very indignant. They lost their temper. They said silly things. No one minded. No one was a whit the worse. No one accepted the authority of public opinion. And now it is almost impossible to enter any modern house without seeing some recognition of good taste, some recognition of the value of lovely surroundings, some sign of appreciation of beauty. In fact, people's houses are, as a rule, quite charming nowadays. People have been to a very great extent civilised. It is only fair to state, however, that the extraordinary success of the revolution in house-decoration and furniture and the like has not really been due to the majority of the public developing a very fine taste in such matters. It has been chiefly due to the fact that the craftsmen of things so appreciated the pleasure of making what was beautiful, and woke to such a vivid consciousness of the hideousness and vulgarity of what the public had previously wanted, that they simply starved the public out. It would be quite impossible at the present moment to furnish a room as rooms were furnished a few years ago, without going for everything to an auction of second-hand furniture from some third-rate lodging-house. The things are no longer made. However they may object to it, people must nowadays have something charming in their surroundings. Fortunately for them, their assumption of authority in these art-matters came to entire grief. It is evident, then, that all authority in such things is bad. People sometimes inquire what form of government is most suitable for an artist to live under. To this question there is only one answer. The form of government that is most suitable to the artist is no government at all. Authority over him and his art is ridiculous. It has been stated that under despotisms artists have produced lovely work. This is not quite so. Artists have visited despots, not as subjects to be tyrannised over, but as wandering wonder-makers, as fascinating vagrant personalities, to be entertained and charmed and suffered to be at peace, and allowed to create. There is this to be said in favour of the despot, that he, being an individual, may have culture, while the mob, being a monster, has none. One who is an Emperor and King may stoop down to pick up a brush for a painter, but when the democracy stoops down it is merely to throw mud. And yet the democracy have not so far to stoop as the emperor. In fact, when they want to throw mud they have not to stoop at all. But there is no necessity to separate the monarch from the mob; all authority is equally bad. There are three kinds of despots. There is the despot who tyrannises over the body. There is the despot who tyrannises over the soul. There is the despot who tyrannises over the soul and body alike. The first is called the Prince. The second is called the Pope The third is called the People. The Prince may be cultivated. Many Princes have been. Yet in the Prince there is danger. One thinks of Dante at the bitter feast in Verona, of Tasso in Ferrara's madman's cell. It is better for the artist not to live with Princes. The Pope may be cultivated. Many Popes have been; the bad Popes have been. The bad Popes loved Beauty, almost as passionately, nay, with as much passion as the good Popes hated Thought. To the wickedness of the Papacy humanity owes much. The goodness of the Papacy owes a terrible debt to humanity. Yet, though the Vatican has kept the rhetoric of its thunders, and lost the rod of its lightning, it is better for the artist not to live with Popes. It was a Pope who said of Cellini to a conclave of Cardinals that common laws and common authority were not made for men such as he; but it was a Pope who thrust Cellini into prison, and kept him there till he sickened with rage, and created unreal visions for himself, and saw the gilded sun enter his room, and grew so enamoured of it that he sought to escape, and crept out from tower to tower, and falling through dizzy air at dawn, maimed himself, and was by a vine-dresser covered with vine leaves, and carried in a cart to one who, loving beautiful things, had care of him. There is danger in Popes. And as for the People, what of them and their authority? Perhaps of them and their authority one has spoken enough. Their authority is a thing blind, deaf, hideous, grotesque, tragic, amusing, serious, and obscene. It is impossible for the artist to live with the People. All despots bribe. The people bribe and brutalise. Who told them to exercise authority? They were made to live, to listen, and to love. Someone has done them a great wrong. They have marred themselves by imitation of their inferiors. They have taken the sceptre of the Prince. How should they use it? They have taken the triple tiara of the Pope. How should they carry its burden? They are as a clown whose heart is broken. They are as a priest whose soul is not yet born. Let all who love Beauty pity them. Though they themselves love not Beauty, yet let them pity themselves. Who taught them the trick of tyranny? There are many other things that one might point out. One might point out how the Renaissance was great, because it sought to solve no social problem, and busied itself not about such things, but suffered the individual to develop freely, beautifully, and naturally, and so had great and individual artists, and great and individual men. One might point out how Louis XIV., by creating the modern state, destroyed the individualism of the artist, and made things monstrous in their monotony of repetition, and contemptible in their conformity to rule, and destroyed throughout all France all those fine freedoms of expression that had made tradition new in beauty, and new modes one with antique form. But the past is of no importance. The present is of no importance. It is with the future that we have to deal. For the past is what man should not have been. The present is what man ought not to be. The future is what artists are. It will, of course, be said that such a scheme as is set forth here is quite unpractical, and goes against human nature. This is perfectly true. It is unpractical, and it goes against human nature. This is why it is worth carrying out, and that is why one proposes it. For what is a practical scheme? A practical scheme is either a scheme that is already in existence, or a scheme that could be carried out under existing conditions. But it is exactly the existing conditions that one objects to; and any scheme that could accept these conditions is wrong and foolish. The conditions will be done away with, and human nature will change. The only thing that one really knows about human nature is that it changes. Change is the one quality we can predicate of it. The systems that fail are those that rely on the permanency of human nature, and not on its growth and development. The error of Louis XIV. was that he thought human nature would always be the same. The result of his error was the French Revolution. It was an admirable result. All the results of the mistakes of governments are quite admirable. It is to be noted also that Individualism does not come to man with any sickly cant about duty, which merely means doing what other people want because they want it; or any hideous cant about self-sacrifice, which is merely a survival of savage mutilation. In fact, it does not come to man with any claims upon him at all. It comes naturally and inevitably out of man. It is the point to which all development tends. It is the differentiation to which all organisms grow. It is the perfection that is inherent in every mode of life, and towards which every mode of life quickens. And so Individualism exercises no compulsion over man. On the contrary, it says to man that he should suffer no compulsion to be exercised over him. It does not try to force people to be good. It knows that people are good when they are let alone. Man will develop Individualism out of himself. Man is now so developing Individualism. To ask whether Individualism is practical is like asking whether Evolution is practical. Evolution is the law of life, and there is no evolution except towards Individualism. Where this tendency is not expressed, it is a case of artificially-arrested growth, or of disease, or of death. Individualism will also be unselfish and unaffected. It has been pointed out that one of the results of the extraordinary tyranny of authority is that words are absolutely distorted from their proper and simple meaning, and are used to express the obverse of their right signification. What is true about Art is true about Life. A man is called affected, nowadays, if he dresses as he likes to dress. But in doing that he is acting in a perfectly natural manner. Affectation, in such matters, consists in dressing according to the views of one's neighbour, whose views, as they are the views of the majority, will probably be extremely stupid. Or a man is called selfish if he lives in the manner that seems to him most suitable for the full realisation of his own personality; if, in fact, the primary aim of his life is self-development. But this is the way in which everyone should live. Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live. And unselfishness is letting other people's lives alone, not interfering with them. Selfishness always aims at creating around it an absolute uniformity of type. Unselfishness recognises infinite variety of type as a delightful thing, accepts it, acquiesces in it, enjoys it. It is not selfish to think for oneself. A man who does not think for himself does not think at all. It is grossly selfish to require of one's neighbour that he should think in the same way, and hold the same opinions. Why should he? If he can think, he will probably think differently. If he cannot think, it is monstrous to require thought of any kind from him. A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses. Under Individualism people will be quite natural and absolutely unselfish, and will know the meanings of the words, and realise them in their free, beautiful lives. Nor will men be egotistic as they are now. For the egotist is he who makes claims upon others, and the Individualist will not desire to do that. It will not give him pleasure. When man has realised Individualism, he will also realise sympathy and exercise it freely and spontaneously. Up to the present man has hardly cultivated sympathy at all. He has merely sympathy with pain, and sympathy with pain is not the highest form of sympathy. All sympathy is fine, but sympathy with suffering is the least fine mode. It is tainted with egotism. It is apt to become morbid. There is in it a certain element of terror for our own safety. We become afraid that we ourselves might be as the leper or as the blind, and that no man would have care of us. It is curiously limiting, too. One should sympathise with the entirety of life, not with life's sores and maladies merely, but with life's joy and beauty and energy and health and freedom. The wider sympathy is, of course, the more difficult. It requires more unselfishness. Anybody can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature--it requires, in fact, the nature of a true Individualist--to sympathise with a friend's success. In the modern stress of competition and struggle for place, such sympathy is naturally rare, and is also very much stifled by the immoral ideal of uniformity of type and conformity to rule which is so prevalent everywhere, and is perhaps most obnoxious in England. Sympathy with pain there will, of course, always be. It is one of the first instincts of man. The animals which are individual, the higher animals, that is to say, share it with us. But it must be remembered that while sympathy with joy intensifies the sum of joy in the world, sympathy with pain does not really diminish the amount of pain. It may make man better able to endure evil, but the evil remains. Sympathy with consumption does not cure consumption; that is what Science does. And when Socialism has solved the problem of poverty, and Science solved the problem of disease, the area of the sentimentalists will be lessened, and the sympathy of man will be large, healthy, and spontaneous. Man will have joy in the contemplation of the joyous life of others. For it is through joy that the Individualism of the future will develop itself. Christ made no attempt to reconstruct society, and consequently the Individualism that he preached to man could be realised only through pain or in solitude. The ideals that we owe to Christ are the ideals of the man who abandons society entirely, or of the man who resists society absolutely. But man is naturally social. Even the Thebaid became peopled at last. And though the cenobite realises his personality, it is often an impoverished personality that he so realises. Upon the other hand, the terrible truth that pain is a mode through which man may realise himself exercises a wonderful fascination over the world. Shallow speakers and shallow thinkers in pulpits and on platforms often talk about the world's worship of pleasure, and whine against it. But it is rarely in the world's history that its ideal has been one of joy and beauty. The worship of pain has far more often dominated the world. Mediævalism, with its saints and martyrs, its love of self-torture, its wild passion for wounding itself, its gashing with knives, and its whipping with rods--Mediævalism is real Christianity, and the mediæval Christ is the real Christ. When the Renaissance dawned upon the world, and brought with it the new ideals of the beauty of life and the joy of living, men could not understand Christ. Even Art shows us that. The painters of the Renaissance drew Christ as a little boy playing with another boy in a palace or a garden, or lying back in his mother's arms, smiling at her, or at a flower, or at a bright bird; or as a noble, stately figure moving nobly through the world; or as a wonderful figure rising in a sort of ecstasy from death to life. Even when they drew him crucified they drew him as a beautiful God on whom evil men had inflicted suffering. But he did not preoccupy them much. What delighted them was to paint the men and women whom they admired, and to show the loveliness of this lovely earth. They painted many religious pictures--in fact, they painted far too many, and the monotony of type and motive is wearisome, and was bad for art. It was the result of the authority of the public in art-matters, and is to be deplored. But their soul was not in the subject Raphael was a great artist when he painted his portrait of the Pope. When he painted his Madonnas and infant Christs, he is not a great artist at all. Christ had no message for the Renaissance, which was wonderful because it brought an ideal at variance with his, and to find the presentation of the real Christ we must go to mediæval art. There he is one maimed and marred; one who is not comely to look on, because Beauty is a joy; one who is not in fair raiment, because that may be a joy also: he is a beggar who has a marvellous soul; he is a leper whose soul is divine; he needs neither property nor health; he is a God realising his perfection through pain. The evolution of man is slow. The injustice of men is great. It was necessary that pain should be put forward as a mode of self-realisation. Even now, in some places in the world, the message of Christ is necessary. No one who lived in modern Russia could possibly realise his perfection except by pain. A few Russian artists have realised themselves in Art; in a fiction that is mediæval in character, hecauae its dominant note is the realisation of men through suffering. But for those who are not artists, and to whom there is no mode of life but the actual life of fact, pain is the only door to perfection. A Russian who lives happily under the present system of government in Russia must either believe that man has no soul, or that, if he has, it is not worth developing. A Nihilist who rejects all authority, because he knows authority to be evil, and welcomes all pain, because through that he realises his personality, is a real Christian. To him the Christian ideal is a true thing. And yet, Christ did not revolt against authority. He accepted the imperial authority of the Roman Empire and paid tribute. He endured the ecclesiastical authority of the Jewish Church, and would not repel its violence by any violence of his own. He had, as I said before, no scheme for the reconstruction of society. But the modern world has schemes. It proposes to do away with poverty and the suffering that it entails. It desires to get rid of pain, and the suffering that pain entails. It trusts to Socialism and to Science as its methods. What it aims at is an Individualism expressing itself through joy. This Individualism will be larger, fuller, lovelier than any Individualism has ever been. Pain is not the ultimate mode of perfection. It is merely provisional and a protest. It has reference to wrong, unhealthy, unjust surroundings. When the wrong, and the disease, and the injustice are removed, it will have no further place. It will have done its work. It was a great work, but it is almost over. Its sphere lessens every day. Nor will man miss it. For what man has sought for is, indeed, neither pain nor pleasure, but simply Life. Man has sought to live intensely, fully, perfectly. When he can do so without exercising restraint on others, or suffering it ever, and his activities are all pleasurable to him, he will be saner, healthier, more civilised, more himself. Pleasure is Nature's test, her sign of approval. When man is happy, he is in harmony with himself and his environment. The new Individualism, for whose service Socialism, whether it wills it or not, is working, will be perfect harmony. It will be what the Greeks sought for, but could not, except in Thought, realise completely, because they had slaves, and fed them; it will be what the Renaissance sought for, but could not realise completely except in Art, because they had slaves, and starved them. It will be complete, and through it each man will attain to his perfection. The new Individualism is the new Hellenism. _Reprinted from the 'Fortnightly Review,' by permission of Messrs Chapman & Hall._