The Trouble With Kingdoms Of Heaven On

God, Stay With Me, Let No Word Cross My Lips That Is Not Your Word, No Thoughts Enter My Mind That Are Not Your Thoughts, No Deed Ever Be Done Or Entertained By Me That Is Not Your Deed.

Travel, Of Course, Narrows The Mind.

The First Thing I Remember About The World And I Pray That It May Be The Last Is That I Was A Stranger In It. This Feeling, Which Everyone Has In Some Degree, And Which Is, At Once, The Glory And Desolation Of Homo Sapiens , Provides The Only Thread Of Consistency That I Can Detect In My Life.

In The 19th Century, The English Were Loathed. Every Memoir That You Read Of That Period, Indicates The Loathing That Everybody Felt For The English, The Only Difference Between The English And Americans, In This Respect, Is The English Rather Liked Being Loathed And The Americans Apparently Dislike It Intensely.

The Only People I've Met In This World Who Never Doubt Are Materialists And Atheists.