Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life,

I Think Philosophy Is Extremely Good Training For Anyone Who Wants To Do Anything. Although That Is An Idea Which People May Speak Scornfully Of Now, I Think It Does Teach One To

Love Is The Perception Of Individuals. Love Is The Extremely Difficult Realisation That Something Other Than Oneself Is Real.

The Bicycle Is The Most Civilized Conveyance Known To Man.

I Think The Novel Is Essentially A Comic Form (tragedy Is For The Theatre), Not Meaning By That Full Of Jokes, But That It Is About The Absurd Detail Of Human Life, The Way In Which One Cannot Fully Understand What Is Happening. Life Is Muddle And Jumble And Ends Inconclusively, And When This Is Presented With Great Comic Art The Sorrows Of Human Life Can Be Truthfully Conveyed; One Is Moved By The Spectacle, And Feels That Something Truthful Has Been Told In A Magic Way.

It Is In The Capacity To Love, That Is To See, That The Liberation Of The Soul From Fantasy Consists. The Freedom Which Is A Proper Human Goal Is The Freedom From Fantasy, That Is The Realism Of Compassion. What I Have Called Fantasy, The Proliferation Of Blinding Self-centered Aims And Images, Is Itself A Powerful System Of Energy, And Most Of What Is Often Called 'will' Or 'willing' Belongs To This System. What Counteracts The System Is Attention To Reality Inspired By, Consisting Of, Love.