To Be The Equal Of Reality You

The Memory Of Man Is As Old As Misfortune

Who Invented The Human Heart, I Wonder? Tell Me, And Then Show Me The Place Where He Was Hanged.

It's Unthinkable Not To Love - You'd Have A Severe Nervous Breakdown. Or You'd Have To Be Philip Larkin.

You See, Nothing Matters Except Pleasure - Which Is The Opposite Of Happiness, Its Tragic Part, I Expect.

Old Age Is An Insult. It's Like Being Smacked.