It Is Certainly Not The Least Charm

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.

The Machine Is Impersonal, It Takes The Pride Away From A Piece Of Work, The Individual Merits And Defects That Go Along With Allwork That Is Not Done By A Machine--which Is To Say, Its Little Bit Of Humanity.

Everything Good Is The Transmutation Of Something Evil: Every God Has A Devil For A Father.

With The Strength Of His Spiritual Sight And Insight The Distance, And As It Were The Space, Around Man Continually Expands: His World Grows Deeper, Ever New Stars, Ever New Images And Enigmas Come Into View.

Moral Sensibilities Are Nowadays At Such Cross-purposes That To One Man A Morality Is Proved By Its Utility, While To Another Its Utility Refutes It.