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Without The Hope Of Posterity, For Our Race If Not For Ourselves, Without The Assurance That We Being Dead Yet Live, All Pleasures Of The Mind And Senses Sometimes Seem To Me No More Than Pathetic And Crumbling Defences Shored Up Against Our Ruin.

Unnatural Death Always Provoked A Peculiar Unease, An Uncomfortable Realization That There Were Still Some Things That Might Not Be Susceptible To Bureaucratic Control.

Generosity Is A Virtue For Individuals, Not Governments. When Governments Are Generous It Is With Other People’s Money, Other People’s Safety, Other People’s Future.

I Love The Idea Of Bringing Order Out Of Disorder Which Is What The Mystery Is About. I Like The Way In Which It Affirms The Sanity Of Human Life And Exorcises Irrational Guilts.

Man Is Diminished If He Lives Without Knowledge Of His Past; Without Hope Of A Future He Becomes A Beast.