Wisdom Sets Bounds Even To Knowledge.

Something Unappeased, Unappeasable, Is Within Me.

I Fear That, With Our Current Veneration For The Natural And The Real, We Have Arrived At The Opposite Pole To All Idealism, And Have Landed In The Region Of The Waxworks.

Nothing Seems To Me To Be Rarer Today Then Genuine Hypocrisy. I Greatly Suspect That This Plant Finds The Mild Atmosphere Of Our Culture Unendurable. Hypocrisy Has Its Place In The Ages Of Strong Belief: In Which Even When One Is Compelled To Exhibit A Different Belief One Does Not Abandon The Belief One Already Has.

Rejoicing In Our Joy, Not Suffering Over Our Suffering, Makes Someone A Friend.

Wisdom Sets Bounds Even To Knowledge.