Thought of the incomprehensible sequence of changes and chances that make up a life, all the beauties and horrors and absurdities whose conjunctions create the uninterpretable and yet divinely significant pattern of human destiny.

...most men and women will grow up to love their servitude and will never dream of revolution.

Most men and women lead lives at the worst so painful, at the best so monotonous, poor and limited that the urge to escape, the longing to transcend themselves if only for a few moments, is and has always been one of the principal appetites of the soul.

Happiness is a hard master, particularly other people's happiness.

Work is prayer. Work is also stink. Therefore stink is prayer.

You all remember, I suppose, that beautiful and inspired saying of Our Ford's: History is bunk.

From their experience or from the recorded experience of others (history), men learn only what their passions and their metaphysical prejudices allow them to learn.