The Sending Of A Letter Constitutes A

I Feel Half Faded Away Like Some Figure In The Background Of An Old Picture.

Every Human Soul Has Seen, Perhaps Before Their Birth, Pure Forms Such As Justice, Temperance, Beauty And All The Great Moral Qualities Which We Hold In Honour. We Are Moved Towards What Is Good By The Faint Memory Of These Forms, Simple And Calm And Blessed, Which We Saw Once In A Pure, Clear Light, Being Pure Ourselves.

People Who Boast Of Happy Marriages Are, I Submit, Usually Self-deceivers, If Not Actually Liars.

Real Worship Involves Waiting.

Perhaps Misguided Moral Passion Is Better Than Confused Indifference.