of trouble you must have taken in order to feel like that."
High living will reject the tomato. Plain thinking will equally
decisively reject the idea of the invariable sinfulness of war.
High living will convince us that nothing is more materialistic
than to despise a pleasure as purely material. And plain thinking
will convince us that nothing is more materialistic than to reserve
our horror chiefly for material wounds.

The only simplicity that matters is the simplicity of the heart.
If that be gone, it can be brought back by no turnips or cellular clothing;
but only by tears and terror and the fires that are not quenched.
If that remain, it matters very little if a few Early Victorian
armchairs remain along with it. Let us put a complex entree into
a simple old gentleman; let us not put a simple entree into a complex
old gentleman. So long as human society will leave my spiritual
inside alone, I will allow it, with a comparative submission, to work
its wild will with my physical interior. I will submit to cigars.
I will meekly embrace a bottle of Burgundy. I will humble myself
to a hansom cab. If only by this means I may preserve to myself
the virginity of the spirit, which enjoys with astonishment and fear.
I do not say that these are the only methods of preserving it.
I incline to the belief that there are others. But I will have
nothing to do with simplicity which lacks the fear, the astonishment,
and the joy alike. I will have nothing to do with the devilish
vision of a child who is too simple to like toys.

The child is, indeed, in these, and many other matters, the best guide.
And in nothing is the child so righteously childlike, in nothing
does he exhibit more accurately the sounder order of simplicity,
than in the fact that he sees everything with a simple pleasure,