In France, Even Heresy Rapidly Hardens Into

Nationalism Will Keep Its Venom Until We Succeed In Creating An Image Of The Nations Of The Whole World As So Many Provinces.

Only One Person In A Thousand Knows The Trick Of Really Living In The Present. Most Of Us Spend Fifty-nine Minutes An Hour Living In The Past, With Regret For Lost Joys Or Shame For Things Badly Done (both Utterly Useless And Weakening) Or In A Future Which We Either Long For Or Dread. . . . There Is Only One Minute In Which You Are Alive, This Minute, Here And Now. The Only Way To Live Is By Accepting Each Minute As An Unrepeatable Miracle. Which Is Exactly What It Is-a Miracle And Unrepeatable.

Sadistic Literature Is Not Only Inhumane. It Is Anti-human.

If You Think With Enough Energy About A Hoped-for Event, It Will In The End Happen. Not Because You Willed It. Because It Was All The Time In Your Nature.

If The Novel Is Dying, I See No Chance That Dismembering It Will Revive It.