People On The Whole Are Very Simple-minded,

Euthanasia Is A Long, Smooth-sounding Word, And It Conceals Its Danger As Long, Smooth Words Do, But The Danger Is There, Nevertheless.

Add To This Cruelly Delicate Organism The Overpowering Necessity To Create, Create, Create - So That Without The Creating Of Music Or Poetry Or Books Or Buildings Or Something Of Meaning, His Very Breath Is Cut Off From Him. He Must Create, Must Pour Out Creation. By Some Strange, Unknown, Inward Urgency He Is Not Really Alive Unless He Is Creating.

There Was An Old Abbot In One Temple And He Said Something Of Which I Think Often And It Was This, That When Men Destroy Their Old Gods They Will Find New Ones To Take Their Place.

Every Great Mistake Has A Halfway Moment, A Split Second When It Can Be Recalled And Perhaps Remedied.

What Is A Neglected Child? He Is A Child Not Planned For, Not Wanted. Neglect Begins, Therefore, Before He Is Born.