Theories Have Nothing To Do With Life.

To Be Honest And Yet Popular Is Almost As Difficult In Literature As It Is In Life.

I Hated The Things They Believe In, The Things They So Innocently And Charmingly Pretended. I Hated The Sanctimonious Piety That Let People Hurt Helpless Creatures. I Hated The Prayers And The Hymns - The Fountains And The Red Images That Coloured Their Drab Music, The Fountains Filled With Blood, The Sacrifice Of The Lamb.

It Is Only By Knowing How Little Life Has In Store For Us That We Are Able To Look On The Bright Side And Avoid Disappointment.

Tilling The Fertile Soil Of Man's Vanity.

It Is Only In The Heart That Anything Really Happens.