Truth Doesn't Always Heal A Wounded Soul.

What Can You Do By Killing? Nothing. You Kill One Dog, The Master Buys Another-that's All There Is To It.

In The Carriages Of The Past, You Can't Go Anywhere.

All Human Beings Have Gray Little Souls-and They All Want To Rouge Them Up.

Politics Is Something Similar To The Lower Physiological Functions, With The Unpleasant Difference That Political Functions Are Unavoidably Carried Out In Public.

There's A Little Book I'm Thinking Of Writing - "swan Song" Is What I Shall Call It. The Song Of The Dying. And My Book Will Be Incense Burnt At The Deathbed Of This Society, Damned With The Damnation Of Its Own Impotence.