He Reflected On The Decay Of Mankind-the

One Could Laugh At The World Better If It Didn't Mix Tender Kindliness With Its Brutality.

Religion Was Fading Into The Background. He Had Shovelled Away All The Beliefs That Would Hamper Him, Had Cleared The Ground, And Come More Or Less To The Bedrock Of Belief That One Should Feel Inside Oneself For Right Or Wrong, And Should Have The Patience To Gradually Realise One's God. Now Life Interested Him More.

Try To Find Your Deepest Issue In Every Confusion, And Abide By That.

No Creature Is Fully Itself Till It Is, Like The Dandelion, Opened In The Bloom Of Pure Relationship To The Sun, The Entire Living Cosmos.

But Better Die Than Live Mechanically A Life That Is A Repetition Of Repetitions.