When I Have Eaten Mangoes, I Have

Churches Are Wonderful And Beautiful, And They Are Vehicles For Religion, But No Church Can Have More Than A Very Little Of The Truth.

The Very Utterness Of The Crash And Ruin, The Desperation Of The Case, Might Be Its Hope. On Ruins One Can Begin To Build. Anyhow, Looking Out From Ruins One Clearly Sees; There Are No Obstructing Walls.

Mozart Is Everyone's Tea, Pleasing To Highbrows, Middlebrows And Lowbrows Alike, Though They Probably All Get Different Kinds Of Pleasure From Him.

Words, Living And Ghostly, The Quick And The Dead, Crowd And Jostle The Otherwise Too Empty Corridors Of My Mind ... To Move Among This Bright, Strange, Often Fabulous Herd Of Beings, To Summon Them At My Will, To Fasten Them On To Paper Like Flies, That They May Decorate It, This Is The Pleasure Of Writing.

How Far Does One Combine Resistance To Over-control With Social Justice, I.e. Tolerable Living For People In General? We Are Too Selfish To Be Trusted, If Left Free, To Give Away Enough To Make People Comfortable Enough To Give Them A Chance. Yet If All This Is Ordered For Us, As To Some Extent It Has To Be, It So Soon Leads To Tyranny. It Is A Very Difficult Problem. If Only Human Beings Had More Pity, Unselfishness, And Justice And Didn't Need Coercion To Treat Each Other Decently.