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American Women: How They Mortify The Flesh In Order To Make It Appetizing! Their Beauty Is A Vast Industry, Their Enduring Allure A Discipline Which Nuns Or Athletes Might Find Excessive.

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American Women: How They Mortify The Flesh In Order To Make It Appetizing! Their Beauty Is A Vast Industry, Their Enduring Allure A Discipline Which Nuns Or Athletes Might Find Excessive.

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One Of The Many Pleasures Of Old Age Is Giving Things Up.

The Depravity Of Man Is At Once The Most Empirically Verifiable Reality But At The Same Time The Most Intellectually Resisted Fact.

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Sex Is The Mysticism Of A Materialistic Society - In The Beginning Was The Flesh, And The Flesh Became Word... [it Has] Its Own Mysteries - This Is My Birth [control] Pill; Swallow It In Remembrance Of Me!

We Have Now Educated Ourselves Into A State Of Complete Imbecility.

It Has To Be Admitted That We English Have Sex On The Brain, Which Is A Very Unsatisfactory Place To Have It.

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The Only People I've Met In This World Who Never Doubt Are Materialists And Atheists.

Secrecy Is As Essential To Intelligence As Vestments And Incense To A Mass Or Darkness To A Spiritualist Séance And Must At All Times Be Maintained, Quite Irrespective Of Whether Or Not It Serves Any Purpose.

Everything Tolstoy Wrote Is Precious, But I Found This Final Statement Of The Truth About Life As He Had Come To Understand It Particularly Beautiful And Moving. 'that Is What I Have Wanted To Say To You, My Brothers. Before I Died.' So He Concludes, Giving One A Vivid Sense Of The Old Man, Pen In Hand And Bent Over The Paper, His Forehead Wrinkled Into A Look Of Puzzlement Very Characteristic Of Him, As Though He Were Perpetually Wondering How Others Could Fail To See What Was To Him So Clear - That The Law Of Love Explained All Mysteries And Invalidated All Other Laws.

Sex Is The Mysticism Of Materialism And The Only Possible Religion In A Materialistic Society.

Education, The Great Mumbo Jumbo And Fraud Of The Age.

I Have To Say That I Think That Anthony Eden Was Probably The Most Disastrous Prime Minister In Our History, And I Am Not Forgetting Lord North And A Few People Like That.

How Do I Know Pornography Depraves And Corrupts? It Depraves And Corrupts Me

Whatever Is Fine And Permanent In Human Achievement Has Been Realised Through Individuals Courageously Facing The Circumstances Of Their Being; And A Society Is Civilised To The Extent To Which It Makes This Possible. Terrorism, Which Aims At Putting Out Thespiritual Light, Is The Antithesis Of Civilisation.

I Have A Very Great Respect For Americans, And Having Been A Correspondent In This Country, And I Believe That Americans Are People Who Respond Much Better To Facts And Truthful, Genuine Speculation, Than They Do To Purely, Kind Of Phoney, Adulation.

One Of The Stupidest Theories Of Western Life.

I Don't Like Seeing People Angry.

I Wouldn't Have Said That Anthony Eden Was Equipped By Nature To Deal With The Situation In The World Today. I Would Have Said That He Was Portentous, Sincere, Honest And Rather Stupid.

An Orgy Looks Particularly Alluring Seen Through The Mists Of Righteous Indignation.

The Only Ultimate Disaster That Can Befall Us Is To Feel Ourselves At Home On This Earth.

Its Avowed Purpose Is To Excite Sexual Desire, Which, I Should Have Thought, Is Unnecessary In The Case Of The Young, Inconvenient In The Case Of The Middle Aged, And Unseemly In The Old.

In The End, Coming To Faith Remains For All A Sense Of Homecoming, Of Picking Up The Threads Of A Lost Life, Of Responding To A Bell That Had Long Been Ringing, Of Taking A Place At A Table That Had Long Been Vacant.

I Beg You To Believe That Life Is Not A Process, It's A Drama

I Can Say That I Never Knew What Joy Was Like Until I Gave Up Pursuing Happiness, Or Cared To Live Until I Chose To Die. For These Two Discoveries I Am Beholden To Jesus.

When Dwight Eisenhower Became President, I Personally Was Delighted. I Thought That That Was A Very Good Thing.

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I Regard Myself As A Religious... The Temper Of My Mind As Religious, And Because I Regard The Temper Of My Mind As Religious, I Am Profoundly Skeptical About Any Form Of Human Authority, Any Form Of Human Self-importance.

I Hate Government. I Hate Power. I Think That Man's Existence, Insofar As He Achieves Anything, Is To Resist Power, To Minimize Power, To Devise Systems Of Society In Which Power Is The Least Exerted.

One Of The Great Weaknesses Of The Progressive, As Distinct From The Religious, Mind, Is That It Has No Awareness Of Truth As Such; Only Of Truth In Terms Of Enlightened Expediency. The Contrast Is Well Exemplified In Two Exact Contemporaries - Simone Weil And Simone De Beauvoir; Both Highly Intelligent And Earnestly Disposed. In All The Fearful Moral Dilemmas Of Our Time, Simone Weil Never Once Went Astray, Whereas Simone De Beauvoir, With I Am Sure The Best Of Intentions, Has Found Herself Aligned With Apologists For Some Of The Most Monstrous Barbarities And Falsehoods Of History.

There Is Something Ridiculous And Even Quite Indecent In An Individual Claiming To Be Happy. Still More A People Or A Nation Making Such A Claim. The Pursuit Of Happiness Is Without Any Question The Most Fatuous Which Could Possibly Be Undertaken. This Lamentable Phrase - The Pursuit Of Happiness - Is Responsible For A Good Part Of The Ills And Miseries Of The Modern World.

I Agree With... Actually It Was [joseph] Stalin Who Said That [winston Churchill] He Was A Man Who Changed The History Of The World And I Think, If He Had Not Been There In 1940, It Might Very Well Have Been The Case That We Would Have Collapsed Like France, And I Shall Honor Him Always For That.

What Will Finally Destroy Us Is Not Communism Or Fascism, But Man Acting Like God.

Tranquilizers To Overcome Angst, Pep Pills To Wake Us Up, Life Pills To Ensure Blissful Sterility. I Will Lift Up My Ears Unto The Pills Whence Cometh My Help.

It's A Sad Thing About Politics That Most People Get Power Too Late, In That They Differ From Ladies Of Easy Virtue Who Get Their Pleasures Too Early.

Future Historians Will Surely See Us As Having Created In The Media A Frankenstein Monster Whom No One Knows How To Control Ordirect, And Marvelthat Weshould Have So Meekly Subjected Ourselves To Its Destructive And Often Malign Influence.

I Think It [presidency Of Dwight Eisenhower] Came Too Late And I Think That He Is Not On The Wavelength Of This Dreadful Time Through Which We're Living.

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Higher Education Is Booming In The United States; The Gross National Mind Is Mounting Along With The Gross National Product.

I Am In A Slight Difficulty Because I Find Myself In A Minute Minority There, In That This Sputnik Didn't Either Interest Me Or Frighten Me, But That's Because I Don't, You See, Believe That The Circumstances Of Life Are The Important Thing.

As Man Alone, Jesus Could Not Have Saved Us; As God Alone, He Would Not; Made Flesh, He Could And Did.

All Of Us Admire People We Don't Like And Like People We Don't Admire.

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When You Reach Your Sixties, You Have To Decide Whether You're Going To Be A Sot Or An Ascetic. In Other Words If You Want To Go On Working After You're Sixty, Some Degree Of Asceticism Is Inevitable.

In The Beginning Was The Lie And The Lie Was Made News And Dwelt Among Us, Graceless And False.

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People Think Of Faith As Being Something That You Don't Really Believe, A Device In Helping You Believe Simply It. Of Course That Is Quite Wrong. As Pascal Says, Faith Is A Gift Of God. It Is Different From The Proof Of It. It Is The Kind Of Faith God Himself Places In The Heart, Of Which The Proof Is Often The Instrument... He Says Of It, Too, That It Is The Heart Which Is Aware Of God, And Not Reason. That Is What Faith Is: God Perceived By The Heart, Not Be Reason.

People Say That The Bible Is A Boring Book...but They Don't Say That About Shakespeare, Because The People Who Teach Shakespeare Are Zealous For Shakespeare.

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Writers Like Aldous Huxley And George Orwell Have Imagined The Sort Of Scientific Utopia Which Is Coming To Pass, But Already Their Nightmare Fancies Are Hopelessly Out Of Date. A Vast, Air-conditioned, Neon-lighted, Glass-and-chromium Broiler-house Begins To Take Shape, In Which Geneticists Select The Best Stocks To Fertilise, And Watch Over The Developing Embryo To Ensure That All Possibilities Of Error And Distortion Are Eliminated.

Behind The Debris Of These Self-styled, Sullen Supermen And Imperial Diplomatists, There Stands The Gigantic Figure Of One Person, Because Of Whom, By Whom, In Whom, And Through Whom Alone Mankind Might Still Have Hope. The Person Of Jesus Christ.

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I Think That The Essence Of A Free And Civilized Society Is That Everything In It Should Be Subject To Criticism, That All Forms Of Authority, Should Be Treated With A Certain Reservation.

Sex On The Brain Is The Wrong Place To Have It.

I Doubt Whether The Revolution Has, In Essentials, Changed Russia At All. Reading Gogol, Or Dostoevsky For That Matter, One Realizes How Completely The Soviet Regime Has Fallen Back On To, And Perhaps Invigorated, The Old Russia. Certainly There Is Much More Of Gogol And Dostoievsky In The Regime Than There Is Of Marx.

I Think That Once You've Produced A Conformist, A Totally Conformist Society, A Society In Which There Were No Critics, That Would In Fact Be An Exact Equivalent Of The Totalitarian Societies Against Which We Are Supposed To Be Fighting In A Cold War.

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Few Men Of Action Have Been Able To Make A Graceful Exit At The Appropriate Time.

God, Stay With Me, Let No Word Cross My Lips That Is Not Your Word, No Thoughts Enter My Mind That Are Not Your Thoughts, No Deed Ever Be Done Or Entertained By Me That Is Not Your Deed.

Sex Is The Mysticism Of Materialism.

Education, The Great Mumbo Jumbo And Fraud Of The Age Purports To Equip Us To Live And Is Prescribed As A Universal Remedy For Everything From Juvenile Delinquency To Premature Senility.

On Television I Feel Like A Man Playing Piano In A Brothel; Every Now And Again He Solaces Himself By Playing 'abide With Me' In The Hope Of Edifying Both The Clients And The Inmates

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In The 19th Century, The English Were Loathed. Every Memoir That You Read Of That Period, Indicates The Loathing That Everybody Felt For The English, The Only Difference Between The English And Americans, In This Respect, Is The English Rather Liked Being Loathed And The Americans Apparently Dislike It Intensely.

The First Thing I Remember About The World And I Pray That It May Be The Last Is That I Was A Stranger In It. This Feeling, Which Everyone Has In Some Degree, And Which Is, At Once, The Glory And Desolation Of Homo Sapiens , Provides The Only Thread Of Consistency That I Can Detect In My Life.

It Was A Somber Place, Haunted By Old Jokes And Lost Laughter. Life, As I Discovered, Holds No More Wretched Occupation Than Trying To Make The English Laugh.

I Suppose That Every Age Has Its Own Particular Fantasy: Ours Is Science. A Seventeenth-century Man Like Blaise Pascal, Who Thought Himself A Mathematician And Scientist Of Genius, Found It Quite Ridiculous That Anyone Should Suppose That Rational Processes Could Lead To Any Ultimate Conclusions About Life, But Easily Accepted The Authority Of The Scriptures. With Us, It Is The Other Way `round

In His Own Lifetime Jesus Made No Impact On History. This Is Something That I Cannot But Regard As A Special Dispensation On God's Part, And, I Like To Think, Yet Another Example Of The Ironical Humour Which Informs So Many Of His Purposes. To Me, It Seems Highly Appropriate That The Most Important Figure In All History Should Thus Escape The Notice Of Memoirists, Diarists, Commentators, All The Tribe Of Chroniclers Who Even Then Existed

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I Think That Any Person Who Is Commenting On Public Affairs Is Entitled To Point Out Those Dangers.

I Think That Harold Macmillan Is A Very Intelligent Man, Who, As So Often Happens In Politics, Achieved Supreme Power Too Late.

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Animistic Savages Prostrating Themselves Before A Painted Stone Have Always Seemed To Me To Be Nearer The Truth Than Any Einstein Or Bertrand Russell.

It's The Circumstances Of Popular Monarchy, The Manner In Which It's Developed, And It Is Also The Fault Of The People Who Present Her With This Unquestioning Adulation. In Other Words, It's Their Lack Of A Larger Faith. Which Makes Them Fasten Onto, A Purely Earthly Symbol.

The Genius Of Man In Our Time Has Gone Into Jet-propulsion, Atom-splitting, Penicillin-curing, Etc. There Is None Over For Works Of Imagination; Of Spiritual Insight Or Mystical Enlightenment. I Asked For Bread And Was Given A Tranquilliser.

It Is Only Possible To Succeed At Second-rate Pursuits - Like Becoming A Millionaire Or A Prime Minister, Winning A War, Seducing Beautiful Women, Flying Through The Stratosphere, Or Landing On The Moon. First-rate Pursuits - Involving, As They Must, Trying To Understand What Life Is About And Trying To Convey That Understanding - Inevitably Result In A Sense Of Failure. A Napoleon, A Churchill, Or A Roosevelt Can Feel Himself To Be Successful, But Never A Socrates, A Pascal, Or A Blake. Understanding Is Forever Unattainable.

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The Media Have, Indeed, Provided The Devil With Perhaps The Greatest Opportunity Accorded Him Since Adam And Eve Were Turned Out Of The Garden Of Eden.

The Whole Social Structure Is Now Tumbling Down, Dethroning Its God, Undermining All Its Certainties. All This, Wonderfully Enough, Is Being Done In The Name Of The Health, Wealth, And Happiness Of All Mankind.

I Think That In Free Societies, And We're Constantly Talking About Living In Free Societies, Aren't We, In Contradiction With Unhappy People Who Live In Non-free Societies, That The Benefit, The Dividend Of Living In A Free Society Is That You Say What You Think.

There's Nothing Is This World More Instinctively Abhorrent To Me Than Finding Myself In Agreement With My Fellow-humans.

Like A Prisoner Awaiting His Release, Like A Schoolboy When The End Of Term Is Near, Like A Migrant Bird Ready To Fly South ... I Long To Be Gone.

The Hallmark Of Religion Is To Distrust Claims Made For Mortal Men. It Is In Ages Of Great Religious Faith That Great Skepticism Can Find Expression.

Never Forget That Only Dead Fish Swim With The Stream.

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The Essential Feature, And Necessity Of Life Is To Know Reality, Which Means Knowing God.

A Decrepit Society Shuns Humor As A Decrepit Individual Shuns Drafts.

Politicians Get Their Power Too Late, And I Think That He Has Inherited An Impossible Situation In Which He Is Ill-equipped To Deal.

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I Will Lift Mine Eyes Unto The Pills. Almost Everyone Takes Them, From The Humble Aspirin To The Multi-colored, King-sized Three Deckers, Which Put You To Sleep, Wake You Up, Stimulate And Soothe You All In One. It Is An Age Of Pills.

Civilization - A Heap Of Rubble Scavenged By Scrawny English Lit. Vultures.

There's Far More Truth In The Book Of Genesis Than In The Quantum Theory.

All Happenings, Great And Small, Are Parables Whereby God Speaks. The Art Of Life Is To Get The Message. To See All That Is Offered Us At The Windows Of The Soul, And To Reach Out And Receive What Is Offered, This Is The Art Of Living.

History Will See Advertising As One Of The Real Evil Things Of Our Time. It Is Stimulating People Constantly To Want Things, Want This, Want That.

The Skyscrapers Began To Rise Again, Frailly Massive, Elegantly Utilitarian, Images In Their Grace, Audacity And Inconclusiveness, Of The Whole Character Of The People Who Produces Them.

Television Was Not Intended To Make Human Beings Vacuous, But It Is An Emanation Of Their Vacuity.

The Trouble With Kingdoms Of Heaven On Earth Is That They're Liable To Come To Pass, And Then Their Fraudulence Is Apparent For All To See. We Need A Kingdom Of Heaven In Heaven, If Only Because It Can't Be Realized.

When The Devil Makes His Offer (always Open Incidentally) Of The Kingdoms Of The Earth, It Is The Bordellos Which Glow So Alluringly To Most Of Us, Not The Banks And The Counting-houses And The Snow-swept Corridors Of Power . . . Sex Is The Mysticism Of A Materialistic Society - In The Beginning Was The Flesh, And The Flesh Became Word; With Its Own Mysteries - This Is My Birth Pill; Swallow It In Remembrance Of Me! - And Its Own Sacred Texts And Scriptures - The Erotica Which Fall Like Black Atomic Rain On The Just And Unjust Alike, Drenching Us, Stupefying Us. To Be Carnally Minded Is Life!

This Horror Of Pain Is A Rather Low Instinct And... If I Think Of Human Beings I've Known And Of My Own Life, Such As It Is, I Can't Recall Any Case Of Pain Which Didn't, On The Whole, Enrich Life.

I Simply Make This Point, That The Monarchy In So Far, As It Is Identified With What Is, In My Opinion, An Obsolete Class Structure, Is Making A Mistake, And The Task Of Those Who Are Responsible For The Conduct Of The Monarchical Institution Is To Detach It From That Class Structure.

I Myself Am Convinced That The Theory Of Evolution, Especially To The Extent To Which It Has Been Applied, Will Be One Of The Greatest Jokes In The History Books Of The Future. Posterity Will Marvel That So Very Flimsy And Dubious An Hypothesis Could Be Accepted With The Incredible Credulity It Has.

Theory Of Evolution

Humor Is Practically The Only Thing About Which The English Are Utterly Serious.

I Never Met A Rich Man Who Was Happy, But I Have Only Very Occasionally Met A Poor Man Who Did Not Want To Become A Rich Man.

Every Happening, Great And Small, Is A Parable Whereby God Speaks To Us, And The Art Of Life Is To Get The Message.

The Sputnik Is Just To Me Like A Firework, A Rocket, A New Invention.

The Greatest Artists, Saints, Philosophers, And, Until Quite Recent Times, Scientists... Have All Assumed That The New Testament Promise Of Eternal Life Is Valid.... I'd Rather Be Wrong With Dante And Shakespeare And Milton, With Augustine Of Hippo And Francis Of Assisi, With Dr. Johnson, Blake, And Dostoevsky Than Right With Voltaire, Rousseau, The Huxleys, Herbert Spencer, H. G. Wells, And Bernard Shaw.

I Have Absolutely No Doubt That There Is An Intense Anti-americanism In All Western Europe, And I Think The Reason For That Is A Very, Very Simple One.

All New News Is Old News Happening To New People

When I Look Back On My Life Nowadays, Which I Sometimes Do, What Strikes Me Most Forcibly About It Is That What Seemed At The Time Most Significant And Seductive, Seems Now Most Futile And Absurd. For Instance, Success In All Of Its Various Guises; Being Known And Being Praised; Ostensible Pleasures, Like Acquiring Money Or Seducing Women, Or Traveling, Going To And Fro In The World And Up And Down In It Like Satan, Exploring And Experiencing Whatever Vanity Fair Has To Offer. In Retrospect All These Exercises In Self-gratification Seem Pure Fantasy, What Pascal Called “licking The Earth.

Travel, Of Course, Narrows The Mind.

This Life In Us; However Low It Flickers Or Fiercely Burns, Is Still A Divine Flame Which No Man Dare Presume To Put Out, Be His Motives Never So Humane And Enlightened; To Suppose Otherwise Is To Countenance A Death-wish; Either Life Is Always And In All Circumstances Sacred, Or Intrinsically Of No Account; It Is Inconceivable That It Should Be In Some Cases The One, And In Some The Other.

Christianity . . . Sees The Necessity For Man To Have Spiritual Values And It Shows Him How To Get At Those Through Physical Sacraments.

In Politics, As In Womanizing, Failure Is Decisive. It Sheds Its Retrospective Gloom On Earlier Endeavor Which At The Time Seemed Full Of Promise.

The Pursuit Of Happiness, Which American Citizens Are Obliged To Undertake, Tends To Involve Them In Trying To Perpetuate The Moods, Tastes And Aptitudes Of Youth.

The Genius Of Man In Our Time Has Gone Into Jet-propulsion, Atom-splitting, Penicillin-curing, Etc. There Is None Left Over For Works Of Imagination; Of Spiritual Insight Or Mystical Enlightenment.

Old Politicians, Like Old Actors, Revive In The Limelight. The Vacancy Which Afflicts Them In Private Momentarily Lifts When, Oncemore, They Feel The Eyes Of An Audience Upon Them. Their Old Passion For Holding The Centre Of The Stage Guides Their Uncertain Footsteps To Where The Footlights Shine, And Summons Up A Wintry Smile When The Curtain Rises.

I Don't Think That It Would Make The Slightest Difference To Life And To The Aspects Of Life That Interest Me If We Could Go To The Moon Tomorrow, Because I Think What Really Makes Life Interesting Is The Big Question "why?"

In My View, Jan Masaryk Was Thoroughly Corrupt, Who Bumped Himself Off Because He Saw At Last Where His Moral Cowardice And Ideological 'playboyery' Had Led Him. I Vividly Remember Visiting Him In Washington, Fat, Slightly Tight, Coming Into The Room Looking Like A Broken-down Butler With His Master, The Little Communist, Clementis, - And Saying In A Loud Voice: 'has Anyone Seen An Iron Curtain? I Haven't.' Well, He Has Now.

The Great Advantage Of The Sort Of Education I Had Was Precisely That It Made Practically No Mark Upon Those Subjected To It.

I Believe That The Visit Of The Queen To The United States Is An Admirable Occasion To Produce An Historical, Truthful, Sincere, Genuine Analysis Of How The British Monarchy Evolved Into Its Present Situation.

American Women: How They Mortify The Flesh In Order To Make It Appetizing! Their Beauty Is A Vast Industry, Their Enduring Allure A Discipline Which Nuns Or Athletes Might Find Excessive.

Accumulating Knowledge Is A Form Of Avarice And Lends Itself To Another Version Of The Midas Story ...man [is] So Avid For Knowledge That Everything That He Touches Turns To Facts; His Faith Becomes Theology; His Love Becomes Lechery; His Wisdom Becomes Science; Pursuing Meaning, He Ignores Truth.

Posterity Will Surely Be Amazed, And I Hope Vastly Amused, That Such Slipshod And Unconvincing Theorizing Should Have So Easily Captivated Twentieth-century Minds And Been So Widely And Recklessly Applied.

The Dogmatism Of Science Has Become A New Orthodoxy, Disseminated By The Media And A State Educational System With A Thoroughness And Subtlety Far Exceeding Anything Of The Kind Achieved By The Inquisition; To The Point That To Believe Today In A Miraculous Happening Like The Virgin Birth Is To Appear A Kind Of Imbecile.

I Think That Sir Winston Churchill, In The Period That The Germans Occupied The Channel Ports, When The Whole War Hung In Issue, Fulfilled A Role, Which Is As Great As Any Role In Our History.

If God Is Dead, Somebody Is Going To Have To Take His Place. It Will Be Megalomania Or Erotomania, The Drive For Power Or The Drive For Pleasure, The Clenched Fist Or The Phallus, Hitler Or Hugh Hefner.

My Opinion, My Conviction, Gains Immensely In Strength And Sureness The Minute A Second Mind As Adopted It.

I Accept The Fact I Am An Unregenerate Egghead.

The English Have This Extraordianry Respect For Longevity. The Best Example Of This Was Queen Victoria, A Most Unpleasant Woman Who Achieved A Sort Of Public Affection Simply By Living To Be An Enormous Age.

As An Old Man...looking Back On One's Life, It's One Of The Things That Strikes You Most Forcibly-that The Only Thing That's Taught One Anything Is Suffering. Not Success, Not Happiness, Not Anything Like That. The Only Thing That Really Teaches One What Life's About...is Suffering, Affliction.

Contrary To What Might Be Expected, I Look Back On Experiences That At The Time Seemed Especially Desolating And Painful With Particular Satisfaction. Indeed, I Can Say With Complete Truthfulness That Everything I Have Learned In My Seventy-five Years In This World, Everything That Has Truly Enhanced And Enlightened My Existence, Has Been Through Affliction And Not Through Happiness, Whether Pursued Or Attained

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