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I still get to preach 14, 15 times a year. But you have to make a living.
I like projects in which I can really act and not be me all the time.
Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.
Statues and pictures and verse may be grand, But they are not the Life for which they stand.
They used to be seen as insane or unthinkable acts of madmen. But if they take place they'll be called 'war' too. And there will still be no conventional war.
It's a weird sensation to be mad and learning at the same time.
The act of writing requires a constant plunging back into the shadow of the past where time hovers ghostlike.
In those parts of the world where learning and science has prevailed, miracles have ceased; but in those parts of it as are barbarous and ignorant, miracles are still in vogue.
There's an old maxim that says, 'Things that work persist,' which is why there's still Cobol floating around.
