We Are All Afraid Of The Truth.

However Much We May Feel For The Misery Of Someone Close To Us, We Always Act With Some Artificiality In Their Presence. We Hold-back From Telling Them Everything We Think, Often Because We Do Not Genuinely Mean What We Say; Or Because We Take A Pleasure In Their Plight, Thankful That We Are Not Affected.

In Our Own Presence, We All Pretend To Be Simpler Than We Are: Thus We Take A Break From Our Fellow Human Beings.

Man Wishes Woman To Be Peaceable, But In Fact She Is Essentially Warlike, Like The Cat.

If It Is True To Say Of The Lazy That They Kill Time, Then It Is Greatly To Be Feared That An Era Which Sees Its Salvation In Public Opinion, This Is To Say Private Laziness, Is A Time That Really Will Be Killed: I Mean That It Will Be Struck Out Of The History Of The True Liberation Of Life. How Reluctant Later Generations Will Be To Have Anything To Do With The Relics Of An Era Ruled, Not By Living Men, But By Pseudo-men Dominated By Public Opinion.

Everywhere Resoundeth The Voices Of Those Who Preach Death; And The Earth Is Full Of Those To Whom Death Hath To Be Preached.