People From A Planet Without

You Cannot Have Both Truth And What You Call Civilisation.

Our Actions Are Like Ships Which We May Watch Set Out To Sea, And Not Know When Or With What Cargo They Will Return To Port.

Eating Reveals The Characteristic Grossness Of The Human Race And Also The In-built Failure Of Its Satisfactions. We Arrive Eager, We Stuff Ourselves And We Go Away Depressed And Disappointed And Probably Feeling A Bit Queasy Into The Bargain. It's An Image Of The Déçu In Human Existence. A Greedy Start And A Stupefied Finish. Waiters, Who Are Constantly Observing This Cycle, Must Be The Most Disillusioned Of Men.

Love Is The Source Of Our Greatest Errors; But When It Is Even Partially Refined It Is The Energy And The Passion Of The Soul In Its Search For Good, The Force That Joins Us To Good And Joins Us To The World Through Good. Its Existence Is The Unmistakable Sign That We Are Spiritual Creatures, Attracted By Excellence And Made For The Good. It Is A Reflection Of The Warmth And Light Of The Sun.

Love Is The Perception Of Individuals. Love Is The Extremely Difficult Realisation That Something Other Than Oneself Is Real.