Love's A Disease. But Curable.

Life, For All Its Agonies...is Exciting And Beautiful, Amusing And Artful And Endearing...and Whatever Is To Come After It -- We Shall Not Have This Life Again.

What About Christianity? Are We Right In The Face Of So Long A Record Of Its Poverty In International Achievement, To Keep Invoking It As A Standard, Almost Synonymous With Civilization?

As To The Family, I Have Never Understood How That Fits In With The Other Ideals -- Or, Indeed, Why It Should Be An Ideal At All.

Only One Hour In The Normal Day Is More Pleasurable Than The Hour Spent In Bed With A Book Before Going To Sleep, And That Is The Hour Spent In Bed With A Book After Being Called In The Morning.

How Far Does One Combine Resistance To Over-control With Social Justice, I.e. Tolerable Living For People In General? We Are Too Selfish To Be Trusted, If Left Free, To Give Away Enough To Make People Comfortable Enough To Give Them A Chance. Yet If All This Is Ordered For Us, As To Some Extent It Has To Be, It So Soon Leads To Tyranny. It Is A Very Difficult Problem. If Only Human Beings Had More Pity, Unselfishness, And Justice And Didn't Need Coercion To Treat Each Other Decently.