Life Is A Hypocrite If

There May Always Be Another Reality To Make Fiction Of The Truth We Think We've Arrived At.

My Trouble Is I'm The Sort Of Writer Who Only Finds Out What He's Getting At By The Time He's Got To The End Of It.

In Our Plain Defects We Already Know The Brotherhood Of Man.

The Moon Is Nothing But A Circumambulating Aphrodisiac Divinely Subsidized To Provoke The World Into A Rising Birth-rate

Coffee In England Is Just Toasted Milk.