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Happiness, I Think, Lies On The Surface... When One Plunges Under The Surface All The Buoyant Things Disappear, And The Farther Down One Gets The More Cold And Dark It Seems: And The More Oppressive Space Feels.

Without Fullness Of Experience, Length Of Days Is Nothing. When Fullness Of Life Has Been Achieved, Shortness Of Days Is Nothing. That Is Perhaps Why The Young Have Usually So Little Fear Of Death; They Live By Intensities That The Elderly Have Forgotten.

Unfortunately, Once An Economy Is Geared To Expansion, The Means Rapidly Turn Into An End And "the Going Becomes The Goal." Even More Unfortunately, The Industries That Are Favored By Such Expansion Must, To Maintain Their Output, Be Devoted To Goods That Are Readily Consumable Either By Their Nature, Or Because They Are So Shoddily Fabricated That They Must Soon Be Replaced. By Fashion And Built-in Obsolescence The Economies Of Machine Production, Instead Of Producing Leisure And Durable Wealth, Are Duly Cancelled Out By The Mandatory Consumption On An Even Larger Scale.

War Is Both The Product Of An Earlier Corruption, And A Producer Of New Corruptions.

Virtue Is Not A Chemical Product...it Is A Historic Product, Like Language And Literature; And This Means That If We Cease To Care About It, Cease To Cultivate It, Cease To Transmit Its Funded Values, A Large Part Of It Will Become Meaningless, Like A Dead Language To Which We Have Lost The Key.