Sex Is The Mysticism Of Materialism.

I Myself Am Convinced That The Theory Of Evolution, Especially To The Extent To Which It Has Been Applied, Will Be One Of The Greatest Jokes In The History Books Of The Future. Posterity Will Marvel That So Very Flimsy And Dubious An Hypothesis Could Be Accepted With The Incredible Credulity It Has.

Old Politicians, Like Old Actors, Revive In The Limelight. The Vacancy Which Afflicts Them In Private Momentarily Lifts When, Oncemore, They Feel The Eyes Of An Audience Upon Them. Their Old Passion For Holding The Centre Of The Stage Guides Their Uncertain Footsteps To Where The Footlights Shine, And Summons Up A Wintry Smile When The Curtain Rises.

Behind The Debris Of These Self-styled, Sullen Supermen And Imperial Diplomatists, There Stands The Gigantic Figure Of One Person, Because Of Whom, By Whom, In Whom, And Through Whom Alone Mankind Might Still Have Hope. The Person Of Jesus Christ.

One Of The Stupidest Theories Of Western Life.

Few Men Of Action Have Been Able To Make A Graceful Exit At The Appropriate Time.