Peace Is That State In Which Fear

You Think That A Wall As Solid As The Earth Separates Civilization From Barbarism. I Tell You The Division Is A Thread, A Sheet Of Glass. A Touch Here, A Push There, And You Bring Back The Reign Of Saturn.

To See What Is Right And Not To Do It Is Cowardice. It Is Never A Question Of Who Is Right But What Is Right.

Civilization Is A Conspiracy. Modern Life Is The Silent Compact Of Comfortable Folk To Keep Up Pretences.

If Those Extra-social Brains Are So Potent, Why After All Do They Effect So Little? A Dull Police-officer, With The Machine Behind Him, Can Afford To Laugh At Most Experiments In Anarchy.

I Wondered Whether The Scientific Modern Brain Could Not Get To The Stage Of Realising That Space Is Not An Empty Homogeneous Medium, But Full Of Intricate Differences, Intelligible And Real, Though Not With Our Common Reality.