To Love To Teach Is

Those No-sooner-have-i-touched-the-pillow People Are Past My Comprehension. There Is Something Bovine About Them.

But The Point Is, Now, At This Moment, Or Any Moment, We're Only Cross-sections Of Our Real Selves. What We Really Are Is The Whole Stretch Of Ourselves, All Our Time, And When We Come To The End Of This Life, All Those Selves, All Our Time, Will Be Us - The Real You, The Real Me. And Then Perhaps We'll Find Ourselves In Another Time, Which Is Only Another Kind Of Dream.

Western Man Is Schizophrenic.

Public Opinion Polls Are Rather Like Children In A Garden, Digging Things Up All The Time To See How They're Growing.

I Know Only Two Words Of American Slang, 'swell' And 'lousy'. I Think 'swell' Is Lousy, But 'lousy' Is Swell.