You Could Have Forgiven My

Nations Decay From Within More Often Than They Surrender To Outward Assault.

A Successful Politician Does Not Have Convictions; He Has Emotions.

I Hated The Things They Believe In, The Things They So Innocently And Charmingly Pretended. I Hated The Sanctimonious Piety That Let People Hurt Helpless Creatures. I Hated The Prayers And The Hymns - The Fountains And The Red Images That Coloured Their Drab Music, The Fountains Filled With Blood, The Sacrifice Of The Lamb.

There Is No State Of Satisfaction, Because To Himself No Man Is A Success.

The Old Alone Have Finality. What Is True Of The Young Today May Be False Tomorrow. They Are Enveloped In Emotion; And Emotion As A State Of Being Is Fluent And Evanescent.