Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life,

The Most Potent And Sacred Command Which Can Be Laid Upon Any Artist Is The Command: Wait.

Philosophy! Empty Thinking By Ignorant Conceited Men Who Think They Can Digest Without Eating!

The Bottomless Bitter Misery Of Childhood: How Little Even Now It Is Understood. Probably No Adult Misery Can Be Compared With A Child's Despair.

... Half The World Starves. What A Planet. And The Eating, If You're Lucky Enough To Do Any. Stuffing Pieces Of Dead Animals Into A Hole In Your Face. Then Munch, Munch, Munch. If There's Anybody Watching, They Must Be Dying Of Laughter.

There Is A Natural Tribal Hostility Between The Married And The Unmarried. I Cannot Stand The Shows So Often Quite Instinctively Put On By Married People To Insinuate That They Are Not Only More Fortunate But In Some Way More Moral Than You Are.