I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.

Mankind adores its betrayers, and murders its saviors.

But what was a body? Dust, dung, urine, itches. It was the light within which was important, and it was not significant if that light endured after death, or if the soul was blinded eternally in the endless night of the suspired flesh.

It is inevitable, that eventually the people will demand absolute security from the state... And absolute security is absolute slavery.

Corrupt citizens breed corrupt rulers, and it is the mob who finally decides when virtue shall die.

Despair is sometimes the great energizer of the mind, though sometimes its flowering may be sterile.

One of my grandsons used to insist, when he was only 3 or 4, that he had been born and had lived in India