I Had No Idea Of

One Murder Makes A Villain; Millions, A Hero.

My Lips Never Know My Problem They Just Always Smile

Sound Has Spoiled The Most Ancient Of The World's Arts, The Art Of Pantomime, And Has Canceled Out The Great Beauty That Is Silence.

In This Book I Do Not Intend To Give A Blow-by-blow Description Of A Sex Bout: I Find Them Inartistic, Clinical And Unpoetic. The Circumstances That Lead Up To Sex I Find More Interesting.

The Way Of Life Can Be Free And Beautiful, But We Have Lost The Way. Greed Has Poisoned Men's Souls, Has Barricaded The World With Hate, Has Goose-stepped Us Into Misery And Bloodshed. We Have Developed Speed, But We Have Shut Ourselves In. Machinery That Gives Abundance Has Left Us In Want. Our Knowledge Has Made Us Cynical; Our Cleverness, Hard And Unkind. We Think Too Much And Feel Too Little. More Than Machinery, We Need Humanity. More Than Cleverness, We Need Kindness And Gentleness. Without These Qualities, Life Will Be Violent And All Will Be Lost.