All Of Us Admire People We Don't

Old Politicians, Like Old Actors, Revive In The Limelight. The Vacancy Which Afflicts Them In Private Momentarily Lifts When, Oncemore, They Feel The Eyes Of An Audience Upon Them. Their Old Passion For Holding The Centre Of The Stage Guides Their Uncertain Footsteps To Where The Footlights Shine, And Summons Up A Wintry Smile When The Curtain Rises.

Posterity Will Surely Be Amazed, And I Hope Vastly Amused, That Such Slipshod And Unconvincing Theorizing Should Have So Easily Captivated Twentieth-century Minds And Been So Widely And Recklessly Applied.

The Greatest Artists, Saints, Philosophers, And, Until Quite Recent Times, Scientists... Have All Assumed That The New Testament Promise Of Eternal Life Is Valid.... I'd Rather Be Wrong With Dante And Shakespeare And Milton, With Augustine Of Hippo And Francis Of Assisi, With Dr. Johnson, Blake, And Dostoevsky Than Right With Voltaire, Rousseau, The Huxleys, Herbert Spencer, H. G. Wells, And Bernard Shaw.

The Media Have, Indeed, Provided The Devil With Perhaps The Greatest Opportunity Accorded Him Since Adam And Eve Were Turned Out Of The Garden Of Eden.

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.