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The Only Thing That Really Teaches One What Life's About The Joy Of Understanding, The Joy Of Coming In Contact With What Life Really Signifies - Is Suffering, Affliction.

When St. Teresa Of Avila Says, 'our Life In This World Is Like A Night In A Second Class Hotel' I Agree With Her Absolutely; And I Think It's Almost Insulting To God And Man To Suggest That Trivial Events Should Give Rise To Deep Concern On His Part.

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

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 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.