The Spirit Is At Home,

The Importance Of These [college] Years For An American Cannot Be Overestimated. They Are Civilization's Only Chance To Get To Him.

The Humanities Are Like The Great Old Paris Flea Market Where, Amidst Masses Of Junk, People With A Good Eye Found Cast Away Treasures...they Are Like A Refugee Camp Where All The Geniuses Driven Out Of Their Jobs And Countries By Unfriendly Regimes Are Idling.

There Is No Real Teacher Who In Practise Does Not Believe In The Existence Of The Soul, Or In A Magic That Acts On It Through Speech.

The Real Community Of Man, In The Midst Of All The Self-contradictory Simulacra Of Community, Is The Community Of Those Who Seek The Truth, Of The Potential Knowers, That Is, In Principle, Of All Men To The Extent They Desire To Know. But In Fact This Includes Only A Few, The True Friends, As Plato Was To Aristotle At The Very Moment They Were Disagreeing About The Nature Of The Good.

The Old View Was That Delicacy Of Language Was Part Of The Nature, The Sacred Nature, Of Eros And That To Speak About It In Any Other Way Would Be To Misunderstand It. What Has Disappeared Is The Risk And The Hope Of Human Connectedness Embedded In Eros. Ours Is A Language That Reduces The Longing For An Other To The Need For Individual, Private Satisfaction And Safety.