Memory Rules Us

Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither. We know not what comes next, or what follows after. Thus, the most ordinary...

The Constant Fight and Glory

All this pitting of sex against sex, of quality against quality; all this claiming of superiority and imputing of inferiority, belong to the private-school stage of human existence where there are s...

The Human Pattern

Behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern; that we � I mean all human beings � are connected with this; that the whole world is a work of art; that we are parts of the work of art. Hamlet or a Beeth...