But Lies Were What People Wanted; That

All The Repetitions In The Pattern Were Superficial; The Moment Was Always New. It Had To Be Lived, And Then The Next Moment Embraced As It Arrived.

We Dream, We Wake On A Cold Hillside, We Pursue The Dream Again. In The Beginning Was The Dream, And The Work Of Disenchantment Never Ends.

If The Amount Of Money Going Into The War Economy Were Invested In Landscape Restoration, We Would Be In A Far More Positive Position. It May Get A Little Dire Before We Pull Together, But I Think When The Prosperous Nations, And In Particular The Us, Realise They're Wrecking Their Own Kids' Lives, There Will Be A Mass Change In Value. It Will Be A Difficult Century, And Ugly, But I Don't Think That In The End People Are So Stupid As To Kill Themselves Off.

It Is Always The Teacher Who Must Learn The Most... Or Else Nothing Real Has Happened In The Exchange.

Fights Over Ideas Are The Most Vicious Of All. If It Were Merely Food, Or Water, Or Shelter, We Would Work Something Out. But In The Realm Of Ideas One Can Become Idealistic .