In A Mad World It

He's Satisfied With Himself. If You Have A Soul You Can't Be Satisfied.

In The End There Is No Desire So Deep As The Simple Desire For Companionship.

Thought's A Luxury. Do You Think The Peasant Sits And Thinks Of God And Democracy When He Gets Inside His Mud Hut At Night?

How Often The Priest Had Heard The Same Confession--man Was So Limited: He Hadn't Even The Ingenuity To Invent A New Vice: The Animals Knew As Much. It Was For This World That Christ Had Died: The More Evil You Saw And Heard About You, The Greater The Glory Lay Around The Death; It Was Too Easy To Die For What Was Good Or Beautiful, For Home Or Children Or Civilization--it Needed A God To Die For The Half-hearted And The Corrupt.

I Don't Care A Damn About Men Who Are Loyal To The People Who Pay Them, To Organizations...i Don't Think Even My Country Means All That Much. There Are Many Countries In Our Blood, Aren't There, But Only One Person. Would The World Be In The Mess It Is If We Were Loyal To Love And Not To Countries?