... Some Kind Of Clean, Pure Feeling

We Have Been Fortunate Enough To Live At A Time When Virtue, Though It Does Not Triumph, Is Nonetheless Not Always Tormented By Attack Dogs. Beaten Down, Sickly, Virtue Has Now Been Allowed To Enter In All Its Tatters And Sit In The Corner, As Long As It Doesn't Raise Its Voice.

A Man Used To Riding In A Car Cannot Understand A Pedestrian.

We Have To Condemn The Very Idea That Some People Have The Right To Repress Others.

Happiness Doesn't Depend On The Actual Number Of Blessings We Manage To Scratch From Life, Only Our Attitude Towards Them.

As For Europe, Its Claims Towards Russia Are Fairly Transparently Based On Fears About Energy, Unjustified Fears At That.