Love Is The Garment Of Knowledge.

When The Newspapers Have Got Nothing Else To Talk About, They Cut Loose On The Young. The Young Are Always News. If They Are Up To Something, That's News. If They Aren't, That's News Too.

The Holiness Of The Real Is Always There, Accessible In Total Immanence. The Nodes Of Transcendence Coagulate In You, The Experiencer, And In The Other, The Lover.

The Moral Issues With Which Marcus Struggles Would Be, As He Points Out, Unchanged Whether The Universe Were Mechanical And Devoid Of Meaning Or Value Or Ruled By Deity Or Providence; Whether The Will Were In Fact Free Or Determined; Whether There Were Or Were Not A Future Life, Or Any Even Fugitive Rewards And Punishments At All.

The Mature Man Lives Quietly, Does Good Privately, Takes Responsibility For His Actions, Treats Others With Friendliness And Courtesy, Finds Mischief Boring And Avoids It. Without The Hidden Conspiracy Of Goodwill, Society Would Not Endure An Hour.

The Modern Sensibility Attempts To Drain The Contents Of Experience; These Greek Poets Strive To State The Fact So Poignantly That It Becomes An Ever-flowing Spring As Sappho Says, "more Real Than Real, More Gold Than Gold.