Man Is Not What He Thinks He

The First Duty Of A Leader Is To Make Himself Be Loved Without Courting Love. To Be Loved Without 'playing Up' To Anyone - Even To Himself.

Our Characteristic Response To The Mutilated Statue, The Bronze Dug Up From The Earth, Is Revealing. It Is Not That We Prefer Time-worn Bas-reliefs, Or Rusted Statuettes As Such, Nor Is It The Vestiges Of Death That Grip Us In Them, But Those Of Life. Mutilation Is The Scar Left By The Struggle With Time, And A Reminder Of It - Time Which Is As Much A Part Of Ancient Works Of Art As The Material They Are Made Of, And Thrusts Up Through The Fissures, From A Dark Underworld, Where All Is At Once Chaos And Determinism.

The Terrible Thing About Death Is That It Transforms Life Into Destiny.

The Present Age Delights In Unearthing A Great Man's Secrets; For One Thing Because We Like To Temper Our Admiration And Also Perhaps We Have A Vague Hope Of Finding A Clue To Genius In Such "revelations."

Surely That Little Pseudo-gothic Church On Broadway, Hidden Amongst The Skyscrapers, Is Symbolic Of The Age! On The Whole Face Of The Globe The Civilization That Has Conquered It Has Failed To Build A Temple Or A Tomb.