Even Idiots Ocasionally Speak The Truth Accidentally.

Unless We Do Change Our Whole Way Of Thought About Work, I Do Not Think We Shall Ever Escape From The Appalling Squirrel-cage Of Economic Confusion In Which We Have Been Madly Turning For The Last Three Centuries Or So, The Cage In Which We Landed Ourselves By Acquiescing In A Social System Based Upon Envy And Avarice. A Society In Which Consumption Has To Be Artificially Stimulated In Order To Keep Production Going Is A Society Founded On Trash And Waste.

It Seems To Me Quite Disastrous That The Idea Should Have Got About That Christianity Is An Other-worldly, Unreal, Idealistic Kind Of Religion That Suggests That If We Are Good We Shall Be Happy. On The Contrary, It Is Fiercely And Even Harshly Realistic, Insisting That There Are Certain Eternal Achievements That Make Even Happiness Look Like Trash.

To The Average Man, Life Presents Itself, Not As Material Malleable To His Hand, But As A Series Of Problems...which He Has To Solve...and He Is Distressed To Find That The More Means He Can Dispose Of-such As Machine-power, Rapid Transport, And General Civilized Amenities, The More His Problems Grow In Hardness And Complexity....perhaps The First Thing He Can Learn Form The Artists Is That The Only Way Of 'mastering' One's Material Is To Abandon The Whole Conception Of Mastery And To Co-operate With It In Love: Whosoever Will Be A Lord Of Life, Let Him Be Its Servant.

[t]he More Clamour We Make About 'the Women's Point Of View', The More We Rub It Into People That The Women's Point Of View Is Different, And Frankly I Do Not Think It Is -- At Least In My Job. The Line I Always Want To Take Is, That There Is The 'point Of View' Of The Reasonably Enlightened Human Brain, And That This Is The Aspect Of The Matter Which I Am Best Fitted To Uphold.

I Have Never Regretted Paradise Lost Since I Discovered That It Contained No Eggs-and-bacon.