I Accept The Fact I Am An

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.

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.

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.

I Think Queen Elisabeth Ii Is A Charming Woman.

[pascal] Was The First And Perhaps Is Still The Most Effective Voice To Be Raised In Warning Of The Consequences Of The Enthronement Of The Human Ego In Contradistinction To The Cross, Symbolizing The Ego's Immolation. How Beautiful It All Seemed At The Time Of The Enlightenment, That Man Triumphant Would Bring To Pass That Earthly Paradise Whose Groves Of Academe Would Ensure The Realization Forever Of Peace, Plenty, And Beatitude In Practice. But What A Nightmare Of Wars, Famines, And Folly Was To Result Therefrom.