One Is Not Converted To Christianity; One

There Is A Rollicking Kindness That Looks Like Malice.

My Brother, Are War And Battle Evil? Necessary, However, Is The Evil; Necessary Are The Envy And The Distrust And The Back-biting Among The Virtues.

One Pays Dearly For Being Immortal: One Must Die Many Times During His Life.

In Russia There Is An Emigration Of Intelligence: émigrés Cross The Frontier In Order To Read And To Write Good Books. But In Doing So They Contribute To Making Their Fatherland, Abandoned By Spirit, Into The Gaping Jaws Of Asia That Would Like To Swallow Our Little Europe.

Every Great Love Brings With It The Cruel Idea Of Killing The Object Of Its Love So That It May Be Removed Once And For All From The Wicked Game Of Change: For Love Dreads Change Even More Than Annihilation.