At My Age The Bones Are Water

Believing In Gods Always Causes Confusion.

The Typhoon Came Out Of The Sea First As A Deep Hollow Roar. ... I Was Surrounded By The Madness, The Unreason, Of Uncontrolled, Undisciplined Energy. None Of This Made Any Sense. It Was Worse Than Useless - It Was Nature Destroying Its Own Creation - Its Own Self. To Create By The Long Process Of Growth And Then To Destroy By A Fit Of Wild Emotion - Was This Not Madness, Was This Not Unreason?

When Good People In Any Country Cease Their Vigilance And Struggle, Then Evil Men Prevail.

The Melting-pot Idea Is Futile ... The Brew In A Melting Pot Is Always Boiling Over.

It Is Natural Anywhere That People Like Their Own Kind, But It Is Not Necessarily Natural That Their Fondness For Their Own Kind Should Lead Them To The Subjection Of Whole Groups Of Other People Not Like Them.