Honest Criticism And Sensitive Appreciation Are Directed

History May Be Servitude. History May Be Freedom. See, Now They Vanish. The Faces And Places, With The Self Which, As It Could, Loved Them, To Become Renewed, Transfigured, In Another Pattern.

Every Moment Is A New And Shocking Transvaluation Of All We Have Ever Been.

Each Way Means Loneliness -- And Communion.

To Believe In The Supernatural Is Not Simply To Believe That After Living A Successful, Material, And Fairly Virtuous Life Here One Will Continue To Exist In The Best-possible Substitute For This World, Or That After Living A Starved And Stunted Life Here One Will Be Compensated With All The Good Things One Has Gone Without: It Is To Believe That The Supernatural Is The Greatest Reality Here And Now.

Success Is Relative. It Is What We Make Of The Mess We Have Made Of Things.