People From A Planet Without

Falling Out Of Love Is Very Enlightening. For A Short While You See The World With New Eyes.

You Cannot Have Both Truth And What You Call Civilisation.

Trains Induce Such Terrible Anxiety. They Image The Possibility Of Total And Irrevocable Failure. They Are Also Dirty, Rackety, Packed With Strangers, An Object Lesson In The Foul Contingency Of Life: The Talkative Fellow-traveller, The Possibility Of Children.

We Need A Moral Philosophy In Which The Concept Of Love, So Rarely Mentioned Now By Philosophers, Can Once Again Be Made Central.

We Need A Moral Philosophy Which Can Speak Significantly Of Freud And Marx And Out Of Which Aesthetic And Political Views Can Be Generated. We Need A Moral Philosophy In Which The Concept Of Love, So Rarely Mentioned Now, Can Once Again Be Made Central.