Every Tub Sits On Its Bottom.

The Very Best Place To Be In All The World Is St. Mary's Parish, Jamaica. And The Best Spot In St. Mary's Is Port Maria, Though All Of St. Mary's Is Fine. Old Maker Put Himself To A Lot Of Trouble To Make That Part Of The Island Of Jamaica, For Everything There Is Perfect.

Work Is The Nearest Thing To Happiness That I Can Find.

All Gods Who Receive Homage Are Cruel. All Gods Dispense Suffering Without Reason. Otherwise They Would Not Be Worshipped. Through Indiscriminate Suffering Men Know Fear And Fear Is The Most Divine Emotion. It Is The Stones For Altars And The Beginning Of Wisdom. Half Gods Are Worshipped In Wine And Flowers. Real Gods Require Blood.

It Seems To Me To Be True That Heavens Are Placed In The Sky Because It Is The Unreachable. The Unreachable And Therefore The Unknowable Always Seems Divine--hence, Religion. People Need Religion Because The Great Masses Fear Life And Its Consequences. Its Responsibilities Weigh Heavy. Feeling A Weakness In The Face Of Great Forces, Men Seek An Alliance With Omnipotence To Bolster Up Their Feeling Of Weakness, Even Though The Omnipotence They Rely Upon Is A Creature Of Their Own Minds. It Gives Them A Feeling Of Security.

Perhaps, It Is Just As Well To Be Rash And Foolish For A While. If Writers Were Too Wise, Perhaps No Books Would Be Written At All. It Might Be Better To Ask Yourself "why?" Afterwards Than Before. Anyway, The Force From Somewhere In Space Which Commands You To Write In The First Place, Gives You No Choice. You Take Up The Pen When You Are Told, And Write What Is Commanded. There Is No Agony Like Bearing An Untold Story Inside You.