asion of responsible control over the impulses that teem from the internal world and tend to express themselves in act. The problem of that control and its solution is the real

motives beside which my confusion of

stimated-some are called gross, some sublime, some-such as

ions strike me as wanton and hasty. I decline to dismiss any of my motives at all in that wholesale way. Just as I believe I am important in the scheme of things, so I believe are all my motives. Turning one's back on any set of them seems to me to savour of the headlong actions of stupidity. To suppress a passion or a curiosity for the sake of suppressing a passion is to my mind just the burial of a talent that has been entrusted to one's care. One has, I

ude better, make a rough grouping of the moti