Nothing Is More Beautifully And Acceptably Self-assertive

We Re All Muddlers. The Thing Is To See Is When One's Got To Stop Muddling.

Real Worship Involves Waiting.

The Human Soul Is Not Framed For Continued Proximity, And The Result Of This Enforced Neighbourhood Is Often An Appalling Loneliness For Which The Rules Of The Game Forbid Assuagement.

We Are All The Judges And The Judged, Victims Of The Casual Malice And Fantasy Of Others, And Ready Sources Of Fantasy And Malice In Our Turn. And If We Are Sometimes Accused Of Sins Of Which We Are Innocent, Are There Not Also Other Sins Of Which We Are Guilty And Of Which The World Knows Nothing?

There Is No Triumph Of Good, And If There Were It Would Not Be A Triumph Of Good.