If You Loved Someone, You Loved Him,

No One Can Look Back On His Schooldays And Say With Truth That They Were Altogether Unhappy.

Sanity Was Statistical. It Was Merely A Question Of Learning To Think As They Thought.

It Was Soon Noticed That When Ever There Was Work To Be Done The Cat Could Never Be Found.

Reality Exists In The Human Mind, And Nowhere Else. Not In The Individual Mind, Which Can Make Mistakes, And In Any Case Soon Perishes: Only In The Mind Of The Party, Which Is Collective And Immortal.

He Was A Lonely Ghost Uttering A Truth That Nobody Would Ever Hear.