I Think That Any Person Who Is

Surely The Glory Of Journalism Is Its Transience.

In Retrospect, All These Exercises In Self-gratification Seem Pure Fantasy, What Pascal Called, Licking The Earth.

The Genius Of Man In Our Time Has Gone Into Jet-propulsion, Atom-splitting, Penicillin-curing, Etc. There Is None Left Over For Works Of Imagination; Of Spiritual Insight Or Mystical Enlightenment.

Sex Is The Ersatz Or Substitute Religion Of The 20th Century.

Politicians Get Their Power Too Late, And I Think That He Has Inherited An Impossible Situation In Which He Is Ill-equipped To Deal.