This Was Love At First Sight, Love

Isn't It Grand, Isn't It Good, That Language Has Only One Word For Everything We Associate With Love - From Utter Sanctity To The Most Fleshly Lust? The Result Is Perfect Clarity In Ambiguity, For Love Cannot Be Disembodied Even In Its Most Sanctified Forms, Nor Is It Without Sanctity Even At Its Most Fleshly. Love Is Always Simply Itself, Both As A Subtle Affirmation Of Life And As The Highest Passion; Love Is Our Sympathy With Organic Life.

Time Has No Divisions To Mark Its Passage, There Is Never A Thunder-storm Or Blare Of Trumpets To Announce The Beginning Of A New Month Or Year. Even When A New Century Begins It Is Only We Mortals Who Ring Bells And Fire Off Pistols.

What Good Would Politics Be, If It Didn’t Give Everyone The Opportunity To Make Moral Compromises.

For The Sake Of Goodness And Love, Man Shall Let Death Have No Sovereignty Over His Thoughts.

…what Our Age Needs, What It Demands, What It Will Create For Itself, Is—terror.