I had a Guru. He was a great saint and most merciful. I served him long – very, very long; still, he would not blow any mantra in my ears. I had a keen desire never to leave him but to stay with him and serve him and at all cost receive some instruction from him.
So long as the New Testament served to decipher the Old, it was taken as an absolute norm.
I served the Poland that existed.
All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.
No one is served or benefitted by believing in false or faulty ideas.
It gave me a moment of exquisite satisfaction to find myself moving away from civilisation in this rude canvas canoe of a model that has served primitive races since men first went to sea.
Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence; Madison wrote not only the United States Constitution, or at least most of it, but also the most searching commentary on it that has ever appeared. Each of them served as president of the United States for eight years. What they had to say to each other has to command attention.
I served two tours of duty in Vietnam. I won the Bronze Star. I won the Purple Heart.
There is a quality even meaner than outright ugliness or disorder, and this meaner quality is the dishonest mask of pretended order, achieved by ignoring or suppressing the real order that is struggling to exist and to be served.
How different our national perspective would be had Johnson, rather than Nixon, served from 1969 to 1973.