The Only People I've Met In This

As An Old Man...looking Back On One's Life, It's One Of The Things That Strikes You Most Forcibly-that The Only Thing That's Taught One Anything Is Suffering. Not Success, Not Happiness, Not Anything Like That. The Only Thing That Really Teaches One What Life's About...is Suffering, Affliction.

God, Stay With Me, Let No Word Cross My Lips That Is Not Your Word, No Thoughts Enter My Mind That Are Not Your Thoughts, No Deed Ever Be Done Or Entertained By Me That Is Not Your Deed.

When The Devil Makes His Offer (always Open Incidentally) Of The Kingdoms Of The Earth, It Is The Bordellos Which Glow So Alluringly To Most Of Us, Not The Banks And The Counting-houses And The Snow-swept Corridors Of Power . . . Sex Is The Mysticism Of A Materialistic Society - In The Beginning Was The Flesh, And The Flesh Became Word; With Its Own Mysteries - This Is My Birth Pill; Swallow It In Remembrance Of Me! - And Its Own Sacred Texts And Scriptures - The Erotica Which Fall Like Black Atomic Rain On The Just And Unjust Alike, Drenching Us, Stupefying Us. To Be Carnally Minded Is Life!

The English Have This Extraordianry Respect For Longevity. The Best Example Of This Was Queen Victoria, A Most Unpleasant Woman Who Achieved A Sort Of Public Affection Simply By Living To Be An Enormous Age.

I Don't Like Seeing People Angry.