The Ultimate Truth Is Penultimately A Falsehood.

The Most Persistent Sound Which Reverberates Through Man's History Is The Beating Of War Drums.

The Creative Act Does Not Create Something Out Of Nothing; It Uncovers, Selects, Reshuffles, Combines, Synthesizes Already Existing Facts, Ideas, Faculties, And Skills.

Zen Is To Religion What A Japanese "rock Garden" Is To A Garden. Zen Knows No God, No Afterlife, No Good And No Evil, As The Rock-garden Knows No Flowers, Herbs Or Shrubs. It Has No Doctrine Or Holy Writ: Its Teaching Is Transmitted Mainly In The Form Of Parables As Ambiguous As The Pebbles In The Rock-garden Which Symbolise Now A Mountain, Now A Fleeting Tiger. When A Disciple Asks "what Is Zen?", The Master's Traditional Answer Is "three Pounds Of Flax" Or "a Decaying Noodle" Or "a Toilet Stick" Or A Whack On The Pupil's Head.

In The Social Equation, The Value Of A Single Life Is Nil; In The Cosmic Equation, It Is Infinite... Not Only Communism, But Any Political Movement Which Implicitly Relies On Purely Utilitarian Ethics, Must Become A Victim To The Same Fatal Error. It Is A Fallacy As Naïve As A Mathematical Teaser, And Yet Its Consequences Lead Straight To Goya's Disasters, To The Reign Of The Guillotine, The Torture Chambers Of The Inquisition, Or The Cellars Of The Lubianka.

The Definition Of The Individual Was: A Multitude Of One Million Divided By One Million.