I believe in physical conservation for the eugenic good of the race and mental dominance over matter.

But I'm infernally lazy myself, and it's easy to preach.

It's even easier to create a counter-philosophy of condonance and individualism, and I'm alternately an ethical egoist, a Fabian socialist and a cynic.

Moreover, I'm a creature of whims and inconsistencies and there are black nights in my temperament when John Barleycorn lightens the gloom; and there are other nights when he treacherously deepens it--but I'm peculiarly balanced and subject to irresistible fits of moral atrophy.

All of which has nothing at all to do with the soundness of my impersonal philosophy.