I Have Thought That I Have Seen

If There Is A God, Then He Was Particularly Harsh To Me

'he Is Very Ugly,' Said His Mother.

My Literary Success Meant Nothing To Me

But What Was A Body? Dust, Dung, Urine, Itches. It Was The Light Within Which Was Important, And It Was Not Significant If That Light Endured After Death, Or If The Soul Was Blinded Eternally In The Endless Night Of The Suspired Flesh.

I Am Not Convinced That There Is Such A Thing As A Soul