In The Cycle Of A Great Civilization,

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.

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.

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.

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

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