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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.

When You Reach Your Sixties, You Have To Decide Whether You're Going To Be A Sot Or An Ascetic. In Other Words If You Want To Go On Working After You're Sixty, Some Degree Of Asceticism Is Inevitable.

There Is No Such Things As Darkness, Only A Failure To See.

I Think That In Free Societies, And We're Constantly Talking About Living In Free Societies, Aren't We, In Contradiction With Unhappy People Who Live In Non-free Societies, That The Benefit, The Dividend Of Living In A Free Society Is That You Say What You Think.

There's A Large Strain Of Irony In Our Human Affairs... Interwoven With Our Affairs Is This Wonderful Spirit Of Irony Which Prevents Us From Ever Being Utterly And Irretrievably Serious, From Being Unaware Of The Mysterious Nature Of Our Existence.