Sex Is The Mysticism Of Materialism.

Civilization - A Heap Of Rubble Scavenged By Scrawny English Lit. Vultures.

I Am In A Slight Difficulty Because I Find Myself In A Minute Minority There, In That This Sputnik Didn't Either Interest Me Or Frighten Me, But That's Because I Don't, You See, Believe That The Circumstances Of Life Are The Important Thing.

Everything Tolstoy Wrote Is Precious, But I Found This Final Statement Of The Truth About Life As He Had Come To Understand It Particularly Beautiful And Moving. 'that Is What I Have Wanted To Say To You, My Brothers. Before I Died.' So He Concludes, Giving One A Vivid Sense Of The Old Man, Pen In Hand And Bent Over The Paper, His Forehead Wrinkled Into A Look Of Puzzlement Very Characteristic Of Him, As Though He Were Perpetually Wondering How Others Could Fail To See What Was To Him So Clear - That The Law Of Love Explained All Mysteries And Invalidated All Other Laws.

I Regard Myself As A Religious... The Temper Of My Mind As Religious, And Because I Regard The Temper Of My Mind As Religious, I Am Profoundly Skeptical About Any Form Of Human Authority, Any Form Of Human Self-importance.

The Trouble With Kingdoms Of Heaven On Earth Is That They're Liable To Come To Pass, And Then Their Fraudulence Is Apparent For All To See. We Need A Kingdom Of Heaven In Heaven, If Only Because It Can't Be Realized.