The Self Holds Both A Hell And

War Vies With Magic In Its Efforts To Get Something For Nothing.

A Day Spent Without The Sight Or Sound Of Beauty, The Contemplation Of Mystery, Or The Search Of Truth Or Perfection Is A Poverty-stricken Day; And A Succession Of Such Days Is Fatal To Human Life.

A Man Of Courage Never Needs Weapons, But He May Need Bail.

Everyone Aimed At Security: No One Accepted Responsibility. What Was Plainly Lacking, Long Before The Barbarian Invasions Had Done Their Work, Long Before Economic Dislocations Became Serious, Was Inner Go. Rome’s Life Was Now An Imitation Of Life: A Mere Holding On. Security Was The Watchword – As If Life Knew Any Other Stability Than Through Constant Change, Or Any Form Of Security Except Through A Constant Willingness To Take Risks

The Ultimate Gift Of Conscious Life Is A Sense Of The Mystery That Encompasses It.