I'm Much Too Modest A Person.

This Life In Us; However Low It Flickers Or Fiercely Burns, Is Still A Divine Flame Which No Man Dare Presume To Put Out, Be His Motives Never So Humane And Enlightened; To Suppose Otherwise Is To Countenance A Death-wish; Either Life Is Always And In All Circumstances Sacred, Or Intrinsically Of No Account; It Is Inconceivable That It Should Be In Some Cases The One, And In Some The Other.

One Of The Peculiar Sins Of The Twentieth Century Which We've Developed To A Very High Level Is The Sin Of Credulity. It Has Been Said That When Human Beings Stop Believing In God They Believe In Nothing. The Truth Is Much Worse: They Believe In Anything.

For Us Humans, Everything Is Permanent - Until It Changes, As We Are Immortal Until We Die

The Truth Is That A Lost Empire, Lost Power And Lost Wealth Provide Perfect Circumstances For Living Happily And Contentedly In Our Enchanted Island.

In His Own Lifetime Jesus Made No Impact On History. This Is Something That I Cannot But Regard As A Special Dispensation On God's Part, And, I Like To Think, Yet Another Example Of The Ironical Humour Which Informs So Many Of His Purposes. To Me, It Seems Highly Appropriate That The Most Important Figure In All History Should Thus Escape The Notice Of Memoirists, Diarists, Commentators, All The Tribe Of Chroniclers Who Even Then Existed