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It Is Impossible For A Christian To Be A Relativist.

For To Love Is To Give What One Is, His Very Being, In The Most Absolute, The Most Brazenly Metaphysical, The Least Phenomenalizable Sense Of This Word.

What Makes Man Most Unhappy Is To Be Deprived Not Of That Which He Had, But Of That Which He Did Not Have, And Did Not Really Know.

The Sole Philosophy Open To Those Who Doubt The Possibility Of Truth Is Absolute Silence -- Even Mental.

That Is Why I Think, In Defiance Of Plato, That There Is At Once Error And Vulgarity In Saying That Poetry Is A Lie, Except In The Sense That Cocteau Wrote One Day: I Am A Lie Who Always Tells The Truth. The Only Poetry Which Lies Purely And Simply Is Academic, Pseudo-classical, Conceptually Repetitive Poetry, And It Is Not Poetry.