The Only Kind Of Reform Usually Possible

The Word Experience Is Like A Shrapnel Shell, And Bursts Into A Thousand Meanings.

Towers In A Modern Town Are A Frill And A Survival; They Seem Like The Raised Hands Of The Various Churches, Afraid Of Being Overlooked, And Saying To The Forgetful Public, Here I Am! Or Perhaps They Are Rival Lightning Rods, Saying To The Emanations Of Divine Grace, "please Strike Here!

The Line Between What Is Known Scientifically And What Has To Be Assumed In Order To Support Knowledge Is Impossible To Draw. Memory Itself Is An Internal Rumour.

History Is Nothing But Assisted And Recorded Memory.

Oaths Are The Fossils Of Piety.