Literature is as old as speech.
It grew out of human need for it and it has not changed except to become
more needed. The skalds, the bards, the writers are not separate and
exclusive. From the beginning, their functions, their duties, their responsibilities
have been decreed by our species...the writer is delegated to declare
and to celebrate man's proven capacity for greatness of heart and spirit
- for gallantry in defeat, for courage, compassion and love. In the endless
war against weakness and despair, these are the bright rally flags of
hope and of emulation. I hold that a writer who does not passionately
believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership
in literature.
1962