Revolution Is The Festival Of

Pigs May Like Honey, But That Doesn't Stop It Being Sweet.

A Woman Is Never So Happy As When She Is Being Wooed. Then She Is Mistress Of All She Surveys, The Cynosure Of All Eyes, Until That Day Of Days When She Sails Down The Aisle, A Vision In White, Lovely As The Stefanotis She Carries, Borne Translucent On Her Father's Manly Arm To Be Handed Over To Her New Father-surrogate. If She Is Clever, And If Her Husband Has The Time And The Resources, She Will Insist On Being Wooed All Her Life; More Likely She Will Discover That Marriage Is Not Romantic, That Husbands Forget Birthdays And Aniversaries And Seldom Pay Compliments, Are Often Perfunctory.

Energy Is The Power That Drives Every Human Being. It Is Not Lost By Exertion But Maintained By It, For It Is A Faculty Of The Psyche.

The Goal Was 'every Child A Wanted Child'; It Should Also Have Been 'every Abortion A Wanted Abortion', But The Two Sides Of The Phony Debate Were Never To Meet.

I Believe In Permanent Revolution.