You have enemies? Why, it is the story of every man who has done a great deed or created a new idea.
Surely we have always acted; it is an instinct inherent in all of us. Some of us are better at it than others, but we all do it.
Since all motives at bottom are selfish and ignoble, we may judge acts and qualities only be their effects.
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.