The Days On Which One Has Been

The Last Spectacle Of Which Christian Men Are Likely To Grow Tired Is A Harbour. Centuries Hence There May Be Jumping-off Places For The Stars, And Our Children's Children's And So Forth Children May Regard A Ship As A Creeping Thing Scarcely More Adventurous Than A Worm. Meanwhile, Every Harbour Gives Us A Sense Of Being In Touch, If Not With The Ends Of The Universe, With The Ends Of The Earth.

The Mirror That Strindberg Held Up To Nature Was A Cracked One. It Was Cracked In A Double Sense -- It Was Crazy. It Gave Back Broken Images Of A World Which It Made Look Like The Chaos Of A Lunatic Dream.

It May Be That All Games Are Silly. But Then, So Are Humans.

No Man Is Uninteresting When His Hat Is Blown Off And He Has To Scuttle After It Down The Street.

We Forget That Socrates Was Famed For Wisdom Not Because He Was Omniscient But Because He Realized At The Age Of Seventy That He Still Knew Nothing.