AMONG the "duties" sometimes laid upon us, there is one which seems to be very strange: the duty, under given conditions, not to think. It is a duty that men of strenuous life are inclined, rather than not, to overdo: "This is a case," they say in excuse, "not for thinking but for action!" "Wise or unwise, this is what I am going to do!""Do it first, and think about it afterwards!"
But strenuous men do not observe that this particular "duty" was thought of not for them but for their opposites: for timid, irresolute, faint-hearted souls. The fear that shrinks from action and inhibits action is born of an endless exploration of the risks and obstacles which achievement meets along its path. The perfect flincher, following the logic of his failing, ought really to forego living, dying out of love of fear, as certain zealots starve out of love of God. For no limits can be set to the