Twoprisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on thewall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means ofcommunication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.
Ialways cheer up immensely if an attack is particularly wounding because I think,well, if they attack one personally, it means they have not a singlepolitical argument left.
Onecomes to believe whatever one repeats to oneself sufficiently often, whetherthe statement be true or false. It comes to be dominating thought in one'smind.
