I Don't Think That It Would Make

All Happenings, Great And Small, Are Parables Whereby God Speaks. The Art Of Life Is To Get The Message. To See All That Is Offered Us At The Windows Of The Soul, And To Reach Out And Receive What Is Offered, This Is The Art Of Living.

It Was A Somber Place, Haunted By Old Jokes And Lost Laughter. Life, As I Discovered, Holds No More Wretched Occupation Than Trying To Make The English Laugh.

One Of The Great Weaknesses Of The Progressive, As Distinct From The Religious, Mind, Is That It Has No Awareness Of Truth As Such; Only Of Truth In Terms Of Enlightened Expediency. The Contrast Is Well Exemplified In Two Exact Contemporaries - Simone Weil And Simone De Beauvoir; Both Highly Intelligent And Earnestly Disposed. In All The Fearful Moral Dilemmas Of Our Time, Simone Weil Never Once Went Astray, Whereas Simone De Beauvoir, With I Am Sure The Best Of Intentions, Has Found Herself Aligned With Apologists For Some Of The Most Monstrous Barbarities And Falsehoods Of History.

The Truth Is That A Lost Empire, Lost Power And Lost Wealth Provide Perfect Circumstances For Living Happily And Contentedly In Our Enchanted Island.

The Most Terrible Thing About Materialism, Even More Terrible Than Its Proneness To Violence, Is Its Boredom, From Which Sex Alcohol, Drugs, All Devices For Putting Out The Accusing Light Of Reason And Suppressing The Unrealizable Aspirations Of Love, Offer A Prospect Of Deliverance.