It Is As Inhuman To Be Totally

As We Grow Older, The Memories Of Early Life Brighten, Those Of Maturity And Senescence Grow Dim And Confused.

Laugh And The World Laughs With You, Snore And You Sleep Alone.

Evil Has To Exist Along With Good, In Order That Moral Choice May Operate.

Delimitation Is Always Difficult. The World Is One, Life Is One. The Sweetest And Most Heavenly Of Activities Partake In Some Measure Of Violence - The Act Of Love, For Instance; Music, For Instance.

Senseless Violence Is A Prerogative Of Youth, Which Has Much Energy But Little Talent For The Constructive.