It's A Sad Thing About Politics That

The Most Terrible Thing About Materialism, Even More Terrible Than Its Proneness To Violence, Is Its Boredom, From Which Sex Alcohol, Drugs, All Devices For Putting Out The Accusing Light Of Reason And Suppressing The Unrealizable Aspirations Of Love, Offer A Prospect Of Deliverance.

Television Was Not Intended To Make Human Beings Vacuous, But It Is An Emanation Of Their Vacuity.

In His Own Lifetime Jesus Made No Impact On History. This Is Something That I Cannot But Regard As A Special Dispensation On God's Part, And, I Like To Think, Yet Another Example Of The Ironical Humour Which Informs So Many Of His Purposes. To Me, It Seems Highly Appropriate That The Most Important Figure In All History Should Thus Escape The Notice Of Memoirists, Diarists, Commentators, All The Tribe Of Chroniclers Who Even Then Existed

It Is Only Possible To Succeed At Second-rate Pursuits - Like Becoming A Millionaire Or A Prime Minister, Winning A War, Seducing Beautiful Women, Flying Through The Stratosphere, Or Landing On The Moon. First-rate Pursuits - Involving, As They Must, Trying To Understand What Life Is About And Trying To Convey That Understanding - Inevitably Result In A Sense Of Failure. A Napoleon, A Churchill, Or A Roosevelt Can Feel Himself To Be Successful, But Never A Socrates, A Pascal, Or A Blake. Understanding Is Forever Unattainable.

The English Have This Extraordianry Respect For Longevity. The Best Example Of This Was Queen Victoria, A Most Unpleasant Woman Who Achieved A Sort Of Public Affection Simply By Living To Be An Enormous Age.