If One Must Fight Or

The Average Cooking In The Average Hotel For The Average Englishman Explains To A Large Extent The English Bleakness And Taciturnity. Nobody Can Beam And Warble While Chewing Pressed Beef Smeared With Diabolical Mustard. Nobody Can Exult Aloud While Ungluing From His Teeth A Quivering Tapioca Pudding.

The Sole Perfection Which Modern Civilization Attains Is A Mechanical One; Machines Are Splendid And Flawless, But The Life Which Serves Them Or Is Served By Them, Is Neither Superb Nor Brilliant, Nor More Perfect Nor More Graceful; Nor Is The Work Of The Machines Perfect; Only They, The Machines, Are Like Gods.

It Suddenly Occurred To Me That Every Move On The Chessboard Is Old And Has Been Played By Somebody At Some Time. Maybe Our Own History Has Been Played Out By Somebody At Some Time, And We Just Move Our Pieces About In The Same Moves To Strike In The Same Way As People Have Always Done.

Relativism Is Not Indifference; On The Contrary, Passionate Indifference Is Necessary In Order For You Not To Hear The Voices That Oppose Your Absolute Decrees...

Quite Obviously A Cat Trusts Human Beings; But She Doesn't Trust Another Cat Because She Knows Better Than We Do.