The Man Who Has Never Made A

A Woman Whose Face Looked As If It Had Been Made Of Sugar And Someone Had Licked It.

It Is A Curious Sensation: The Sort Of Pain That Goes Mercifully Beyond Our Powers Of Feeling. When Your Heart Is Broken, Your Boats Are Burned: Nothing Matters Any More. It Is The End Of Happiness And The Beginning Of Peace.

To Endure The Pain Of Living, We All Drug Ourselves More Or Less With Gin, With Literature, With Superstitions, With Romance, With Idealism, Political, Sentimental, And Moral, With Every Possible Preparation Of That Universal Hashish: Imagination.

You Are All Alike, You Respectable People. You Can't Tell Me The Bursting Strain Of A Ten-inch Gun, Which Is A Very Simple Matter;but You All Think You Can Tell Me The Bursting Strain Of A Man Under Temptation. You Daren't Handle High Explosives; But You're All Ready To Handle Honesty And Truth And Justice And The Whole Duty Of Man, And Kill One Another At That Game. What A Country! What A World!

From A Very Early Age, I've Had To Interrupt My Education To Go To School.