Peace Is That State In Which Fear

I Wondered Whether The Scientific Modern Brain Could Not Get To The Stage Of Realising That Space Is Not An Empty Homogeneous Medium, But Full Of Intricate Differences, Intelligible And Real, Though Not With Our Common Reality.

The Vows We Take In The Holy Place Bind Us Till We Are Purged Of Them At Inanda's Kraal. Till Then No Blood Must Be Shed And No Flesh Eaten. It Was The Fashion Of Our Forefathers.

Civilisation Is A Conspiracy.

The True Definition Of A Snob Is One Who Craves For What Separates Men Rather Than For What Unites Them.

I Am An Ordinary Sort Of Fellow, Not Braver Than Other People, But I Hate To See A Good Man Downed, And That Long Knife Would Not Be The End Of Scudder If I Could Play The Game In His Place.