Hope Is The Deep Orientation Of The

Hope Is Not A Feeling. It Is Not The Belief That Things Will Turn Out Well, But The Conviction That What You Are Doing Makes Sense, No Matter How Things Turn Out.

We Ask Ourselves All Kinds Of Questions, Such As Why Does A Peacock Have Such Beautiful Feathers, And We May Answer That He Needs The Feathers To Impress A Female Peacock, But Then We Ask Ourselves, And Why Is There A Peacock? And Then We Ask, Why Is There Anything Living? And Then We Ask, Why Is There Anything At All? And If You Tell Some Advocate Of Scientism That The Answer Is A Secret, He Will Go White Hot And Write A Book. But It Is A Secret. And The Experience Of Living With The Secret And Thinking About It Is In Itself A Kind Of Faith.

If Every Day A Man Takes Orders In Silence From An Incompetent Superior, If Every Day He Solemnly Performs Ritual Acts Which He Privately Finds Ridiculous, If He Unhesitatingly Gives Answers To Questionnaires Which Are Contrary To His Real Opinions And Is Prepared To Deny His Own Self In Public, If He Sees No Difficulty In Feigning Sympathy Or Even Affection Where, In Fact, He Feels Only Indifference Or Aversion, It Still Does Not Mean That He Has Entirely Lost The Use Of One Of The Basic Human Senses, Namely, The Sense Of Humiliation.

The Salvation Of The World Lies In The Human Heart.

Though My Heart May Be Left Of Centre, I Have Always Known That The Only Economic System That Works Is A Market Economy... This Is The Only Natural Economy, The Only Kind That Makes Sense, The Only One That Can Lead To Prosperity, Because It Is The Only One That Reflects The Nature Of Life Itself.