I Beg You To Believe That Life

In Politics, As In Womanizing, Failure Is Decisive. It Sheds Its Retrospective Gloom On Earlier Endeavor Which At The Time Seemed Full Of Promise.

When Dwight Eisenhower Became President, I Personally Was Delighted. I Thought That That Was A Very Good Thing.

Behind The Debris Of These Self-styled, Sullen Supermen And Imperial Diplomatists, There Stands The Gigantic Figure Of One Person, Because Of Whom, By Whom, In Whom, And Through Whom Alone Mankind Might Still Have Hope. The Person Of Jesus Christ.

There Is Something Ridiculous And Even Quite Indecent In An Individual Claiming To Be Happy. Still More A People Or A Nation Making Such A Claim. The Pursuit Of Happiness Is Without Any Question The Most Fatuous Which Could Possibly Be Undertaken. This Lamentable Phrase - The Pursuit Of Happiness - Is Responsible For A Good Part Of The Ills And Miseries Of The Modern World.

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.