ally there, but
what he chooses should be there.
But with pen in hand, and the blessed white paper before one, there is
no need to be anything in the world but what one is. Our dignity must
look after itself, and the dignity that we claim is worth nothing,
especially if it is falsely claimed. But even the meanest flower that
blows may claim to blossom as it can, and as indeed it must. In the
democracy of flowers, even the dandelion has a right to a place, if it
can find one, and to a vote, if it can get one; and even if it cannot,
the wind is kind to it, and floats its arrowy down far afield, by wood
and meadow, and into the unclaimed waste at last._
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. JOYOUS GARD, PRELUDE 1
II. IDEAS 7
III. POETRY 10
IV. POETRY AND LIFE 15
V. ART 22
VI. ART AND MORALITY 35
VII. INTERPRETATION 46
VIII. EDUCATION 54
IX. KNOWLEDGE 59
X. GROWTH 69
XI. EMOTION 77
XII. MEMORY 86
XIII. RETROSPECT 98
XIV. HUMOUR 107
XV. VISIONS 119
XVI. THOUGHT 126
XVII. ACCESSIBILITY 136
XVIII. SYMPATHY 148
XIX. SCIENCE 157
XX. WORK 166
XXI. HOPE 173
XXII. EXPERIENCE 184
XXIII. FAITH 193
XXIV. PROGRESS 204
XXV. THE SENSE OF BEAUTY 212
XXVI. THE PRINCIPLE OF BEAUTY 220
XXVII. LIFE 228
JOYOUS GARD
I
PRELUDE
The Castle of _Joyous Gard_ in the _Morte D'Arthur_ was Sir Lancelot's
own castle, that he had won with his own hands. It was full of
victual, and all manner of mirth a
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