The English Wouldn't Give You The Steam

There Were Positive Things About The Church, That Is, In The European Cultural Sense, The Architecture, The Liturgy, The Music, The Art, Such As It Was, The Stations Of The Cross In The Church, The Tradition, And The Atmosphere Of Awe And Mystery In The Mass. The Atmosphere Of Miracle, One Of Mainly Mystery, That's What Fascinates Me.

I Can't Go Too Much Into My Domestic Life Because There Are Ex-wives Ready To Do Me In.

You Never Know When You Might Come Home And Find Mam Sitting By The Fire Chatting With A Woman And A Child, Strangers. Always A Woman And Child. Mam Finds Them Wandering The Streets And If They Ask, Could You Spare A Few Pennies, Miss? Her Heart Breaks. She Never Has Money So She Invites Them Home For Tea And A Bit Of Fried Bread And If It's A Bad Night She'll Let Them Sleep By The Fire On A Pile Of Rags In The Corner. The Bread She Gives Them Always Means Less For Us And If We Complain She Says There Are Always People Worse Off And We Can Surely Spare A Little From What We Have.

It’s Lovely To Know That The World Can’t Interfere With The Inside Of Your Head.

I Must Congratulate Myself, In Passing, For Never Having Lost The Ability To Examine My Conscience, Never Having Lost The Gift Of Finding Myself Wanting & Defective. Why Fear The Criticism Of Others When You, Yourself, Are First Out Of The Critical Gate? If Self-denigration Is The Race I Am The Winner, Even Before The Starting Gun. Collect The Bets.