In Politics Nothing Matters Very

But Science Is The Great Instrument Of Social Change, All The Greater Because Its Object Is Not Change But Knowledge, And Its Silent Appropriation Of This Dominant Function, Amid The Din Of Political And Religious Strife, Is The Most Vital Of All The Revolutions Which Have Marked The Development Of Modern Civilisation.

I Do Not Stare At A Gentleman In Distress.

Society, Dead Or Alive, Can Have No Charm Without Intimacy And No Intimacy Without An Interest In Trifles.

Imperishable Moments And Immortal Deeds, Death Itself And Love Stronger Than Death, Will Be As Though They Had Never Been. The Energies Of Our System Will Decay, The Glory Of The Sun Will Be Dimmed And The Earth Tideless And Inert, Will No Longer Tolerate The Race Which Has For The Moment Disturbed Its Solitude. Man Will Go Down Into The Pit And All His Thoughts Will Perish. The Uneasy Consciousness, Which In This Obscure Corner Has For A Brief Space Broken The Contented Silence Of The Universe, Will Be At Rest.

I Am More Or Less Happy When Being Praised, Not Very Comfortable When Being Abused, But I Have Moments Of Uneasiness When Being Explained.