Troubles Are As Endless As Pleasures Are

Not Much Music Left Inside Us For Life To Dance To. Our Youth Has Gone To The Ends Of The Earth To Die In The Silence Of The Truth. And Where, I Ask You, Can A Man Escape To, When He Hasn't Enough Madness Left Inside Him? The Truth Is An Endless Death Agony. The Truth Is Death. You Have To Choose: Death Or Lies. I've Never Been Able To Kill Myself.

I Have Never Voted In My Life... I Have Always Known And Understood That The Idiots Are In A Majority So It's Certain They Will Win.

A Man Should Be Resigned To Knowing Himself A Little Better Each Day If He Hasn't Got The Guts To Put An End To His Sniveling Once And For All.

Lots Of Men Are Like That, Their Artistic Leanings Never Go Beyond A Weakness For Shapely Thighs.

Well, You Know... Experience Is A Muffled Lantern That Throws Light Only On The Bearer...it's Incommunicable.