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A Ready Means Of Being Cherished By The English Is To Adopt The Simple Expedient Of Living A Long Time. I Have Little Doubt That If, Say, Oscar Wilde Had Lived Into His Nineties, Instead Of Dying In His Forties, He Would Have Been Considered A Benign, Distinguished Figure Suitable To Preside At A School Prize-giving Or To Instruct And Exhort Scout Masters At Their Jamborees. He Might Even Have Been Knighted.

The Only People I've Met In This World Who Never Doubt Are Materialists And Atheists.

Whatever Is Fine And Permanent In Human Achievement Has Been Realised Through Individuals Courageously Facing The Circumstances Of Their Being; And A Society Is Civilised To The Extent To Which It Makes This Possible. Terrorism, Which Aims At Putting Out Thespiritual Light, Is The Antithesis Of Civilisation.

When I Look Back On My Life Nowadays, Which I Sometimes Do, What Strikes Me Most Forcibly About It Is That What Seemed At The Time Most Significant And Seductive, Seems Now Most Futile And Absurd. For Instance, Success In All Of Its Various Guises; Being Known And Being Praised; Ostensible Pleasures, Like Acquiring Money Or Seducing Women, Or Traveling, Going To And Fro In The World And Up And Down In It Like Satan, Exploring And Experiencing Whatever Vanity Fair Has To Offer. In Retrospect All These Exercises In Self-gratification Seem Pure Fantasy, What Pascal Called “licking The Earth.

Sex Is The Mysticism Of A Materialistic Society - In The Beginning Was The Flesh, And The Flesh Became Word... [it Has] Its Own Mysteries - This Is My Birth [control] Pill; Swallow It In Remembrance Of Me!