The Only Ultimate Disaster That

The Orgasm Has Replaced The Cross As The Focus Of Longing And The Image Of Fulfillment.

Surely The Glory Of Journalism Is Its Transience.

I Never Met A Rich Man Who Was Happy, But I Have Only Very Occasionally Met A Poor Man Who Did Not Want To Become A Rich Man.

The Genius Of Man In Our Time Has Gone Into Jet-propulsion, Atom-splitting, Penicillin-curing, Etc. There Is None Left Over For Works Of Imagination; Of Spiritual Insight Or Mystical Enlightenment.

In The Cycle Of A Great Civilization, The Artist Begins As Priest, And Ends As A Clown Or Buffoon.