The Secret Of Contentment Is

It Was Reasonable To Struggle, To Suffer, Perhaps Even To Die, For A More Just, A More Compassionate Society, But Not In A World With No Future Where, All To Soon, The Very Words "justice," "compassion," "society," "struggle," "evil," Would Be Unheard Echoes On An Empty Air.

Not So Much Two Ships Passing In The Night As Two Ships Sailing Together For A Time But Always Bound For Different Ports.

I Am Fifty Years Old And I Have Never Known What It Is To Love. I Can Write Those Words, Know Them To Be True, But Feel Only The Regret That A Tone-deaf Man Must Feel Because He Can't Appreicate Music, A Regret Less Keen Because It Is For Something Never Known, Not For Something Lost.

It's Possible To Fight Intolerance, Stupidity And Fanaticism When They Come Separately. When You Get All Three Together It's Probably Wiser To Get Out, If Only To Preserve Your Sanity.

It Is Surely Unreasonable To Credit That Only One Small Star In The Immensity Of The Universe Is Capable Of Developing And Supporting Intelligent Life. But We Shall Not Get To Them And They Will Not Come To Us.