In Matters Of Money There's No Such

It Is Restful, Tragedy, Because One Knows That There Is No More Lousy Hope Left. You Know You're Caught, Caught At Last Like A Rat With All The World On Its Back. And The Only Thing Left To Do Is Shout - Not Moan, Or Complain, But Yell Out At The Top Of Your Voice Whatever It Was You Had To Say. What You've Never Said Before. What Perhaps You Don't Even Know Till Now.

The Only Immorality Is Not To Do What One Has To Do When One Has To Do It.

Every Man Thinks God Is On His Side. The Rich And Powerful Know He Is.

Until The Day Of His Death No Man Can Be Sure Of His Courage.

Beauty, Real Beauty, Is Something Very Grave. If There Is A God, He Must Be Partly That.