In Politics, As In Womanizing, Failure Is

Tranquilizers To Overcome Angst, Pep Pills To Wake Us Up, Life Pills To Ensure Blissful Sterility. I Will Lift Up My Ears Unto The Pills Whence Cometh My Help.

When The Devil Makes His Offer (always Open Incidentally) Of The Kingdoms Of The Earth, It Is The Bordellos Which Glow So Alluringly To Most Of Us, Not The Banks And The Counting-houses And The Snow-swept Corridors Of Power . . . Sex Is The Mysticism Of A Materialistic Society - In The Beginning Was The Flesh, And The Flesh Became Word; With Its Own Mysteries - This Is My Birth Pill; Swallow It In Remembrance Of Me! - And Its Own Sacred Texts And Scriptures - The Erotica Which Fall Like Black Atomic Rain On The Just And Unjust Alike, Drenching Us, Stupefying Us. To Be Carnally Minded Is Life!

On Television I Feel Like A Man Playing Piano In A Brothel; Every Now And Again He Solaces Himself By Playing 'abide With Me' In The Hope Of Edifying Both The Clients And The Inmates

My Opinion, My Conviction, Gains Immensely In Strength And Sureness The Minute A Second Mind As Adopted It.

I Can Say That I Never Knew What Joy Was Like Until I Gave Up Pursuing Happiness, Or Cared To Live Until I Chose To Die. For These Two Discoveries I Am Beholden To Jesus.