I Like Reality. It Tastes

Life Is A Child Playing Round Your Feet, A Tool You Hold Firmly In Your Grip, A Bench You Sit Down Upon In The Evening, In Your Garden.

It Is Restful, Tragedy, Because One Knows That There Is No More Lousy Hope Left. You Know You're Caught, Caught At Last Like A Rat With All The World On Its Back. And The Only Thing Left To Do Is Shout - Not Moan, Or Complain, But Yell Out At The Top Of Your Voice Whatever It Was You Had To Say. What You've Never Said Before. What Perhaps You Don't Even Know Till Now.

Things Are Beautiful If You Love Them.

To Say Yes, You Have To Sweat And Roll Up Your Sleeves And Plunge Both Hands Into Life Up To The Elbows. It Is Easy To Say No, Even If Saying No Means Death.

Every Man Thinks God Is On His Side. The Rich And Powerful Know He Is.