What? Sunday Morning In An English Family

Every Great Man Has A Woman Behind Him ... And Every Great Woman Has Some Man Or Other In Front Of Her, Tripping Her Up.

A Society In Which Consumption Has To Be Artificially Stimulated In Order To Keep Production Going Is A Society Founded On Trash And Waste, For Such A Society Is A House Built Upon Sand.

And Then, At Night, The Lit Lamp And The Drawn Curtain, With The Flutter Of The Turned Page And Soft Scrape Of Pen On Paper The Only Sounds To Break The Silence Between Quarter- And Quarter-chime.

It Seems To Me Quite Disastrous That The Idea Should Have Got About That Christianity Is An Other-worldly, Unreal, Idealistic Kind Of Religion That Suggests That If We Are Good We Shall Be Happy. On The Contrary, It Is Fiercely And Even Harshly Realistic, Insisting That There Are Certain Eternal Achievements That Make Even Happiness Look Like Trash.

The First Thing A Principle Does Is Kill Somebody