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Lifelong Enemies Are, I Think, As Hard To Make And As Important To One's Well-being As Lifelong Friends.

One Is Only Really Inwardly Comfortable, So To Speak, After One's Life Has Assumed Some Sort Of Shape. Not Just A Routine, Like Studying Or A Job Or Being A Housewife, But Something More Complete Than All Those, Which Would Include Goals Set By Oneself And A Circle Of Life-time Type Friends. I Think This Is One Of The Hardest Things To Achieve, In Fact Often Just Trying Doesn't Achieve It But Rather It Seems To Develop Almost By Accident.

I Discovered That Human Nature Was Not, As I Had Always Supposed, A Fixed And Unalterable Entity, That Wars Are Not Caused By A Natural Urge In Men To Fight, That Ownership Of Land And Factories Is Not Necessarily The Natural Reward Of Greater Wisdom And Energy.

Picking Other People's Brains Is An Art Worth Cultivating.

I Have Nothing Against Undertakers Personally. It's Just That I Wouldn't Want One To Bury My Sister.