Whatever Is Fine And Permanent In Human

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.

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.

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.

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.

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