Surely The Glory Of Journalism Is Its

It's A Sad Thing About Politics That Most People Get Power Too Late, In That They Differ From Ladies Of Easy Virtue Who Get Their Pleasures Too Early.

[pascal] Was The First And Perhaps Is Still The Most Effective Voice To Be Raised In Warning Of The Consequences Of The Enthronement Of The Human Ego In Contradistinction To The Cross, Symbolizing The Ego's Immolation. How Beautiful It All Seemed At The Time Of The Enlightenment, That Man Triumphant Would Bring To Pass That Earthly Paradise Whose Groves Of Academe Would Ensure The Realization Forever Of Peace, Plenty, And Beatitude In Practice. But What A Nightmare Of Wars, Famines, And Folly Was To Result Therefrom.

In The End, Coming To Faith Remains For All A Sense Of Homecoming, Of Picking Up The Threads Of A Lost Life, Of Responding To A Bell That Had Long Been Ringing, Of Taking A Place At A Table That Had Long Been Vacant.

An Orgy Looks Particularly Alluring Seen Through The Mists Of Righteous Indignation.

This Life In Us; However Low It Flickers Or Fiercely Burns, Is Still A Divine Flame Which No Man Dare Presume To Put Out, Be His Motives Never So Humane And Enlightened; To Suppose Otherwise Is To Countenance A Death-wish; Either Life Is Always And In All Circumstances Sacred, Or Intrinsically Of No Account; It Is Inconceivable That It Should Be In Some Cases The One, And In Some The Other.