The tormentof human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that theself is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangled mind’ leaking away in lonely,wasteful self-conflict.
The means by which we live have outdistanced the ends forwhich we live. Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We haveguided missiles and misguided men.
Whenpeople say women can’t be trusted because they cycle every month, myresponse is that men cycle every day, so they should only be allowed tonegotiate peace treaties in the evening.
