There's No Tiling Moral About Beauty.

Communists Are The Last Optimists.

Well, You Know, In The Fundamentalist Milieu Of The Afrikaners, There Was A Sense That They Were A Chosen People, That They Were Bringing Civilization To The Blacks.

In A Certain Sense A Writer Is 'selected' By His Subject - His Subject Being The Consciousness Of His Own Era.

There Is No Moral Authority Like That Of Sacrifice.

The Gap Between The Committed And The Indifferent Is A Sahara Whose Faint Trails, Followed By The Mind's Eye Only, Fade Out In Sand.