It is my entirely personal speculation, not brought forth dogmatically, that Scripture is not so much inspired as it is curiously and miraculously inspiring.
If the New Isaiahs of this time will write their forecastings in photoplay hieroglyphics, the children in times to come, having seen those films from infancy, or their later paraphrases in more perfect form, can rise and say, "This day is this Scripture fulfilled in your ears." But without prophecy there is no fulfilment, without Isaiah there is no Christ.
America is often shallow in her dreams because she has no past in the European and Asiatic sense.

Our soil has no Roman coin or buried altar or Buddhist tope.

For this reason multitudes of American artists have moved to Europe, and only the most universal of wars has driven them home.

Year after year Europe drained us of our beauty-lovers, our highest painters and sculptors and the like.

They have come pouring home, confused expatriates, trying to adjust themselves.