I Like A Bit Of Mongrel Myself,

Cruelty Must Be Whitewashed By A Moral Excuse, And Pretense Of Reluctance.

I Am Justified. For I Chose Wisdom And The Knowledge Of Good And Evil ; And Now There Is No Evil; And Wisdom And Good Are One. It Is Enough.

The Unconscious Self Is The Real Genius. Your Breathing Goes Wrong The Moment Your Conscious Self Meddles With It.

The Thief Who Is In Prison Is Not Necessarily More Dishonest Than His Fellows At Large, But Mostly One Who, Through Ignorance Or Stupidity [or Racism Or Poverty! - Draffan] Steals In A Way That Is Not Customary. He Snatches A Loaf From The Baker's Counter And Is Promptly Run Into Gaol. Another Man Snatches Bread From The Table Of Hundreds Of Widows And Orphans And Similar Credulous Souls Who Do Not Know The Ways Of Company Promoters; And, As Likely As Not, He Is Run Into Parliament.

In This World There Is Always Danger For Those Who Are Afraid Of It.