Almost Every Desire A Poor Man Has

There's A Point Of Poverty At Which The Spirit Isn't With The Body All The Time. It Finds The Body Really Too Unbearable. So It's Almost As If You Were Talking To The Soul Itself. And A Soul's Not Properly Responsible.

The More One Is Hated, I Find, The Happier One Is.

A God Who Counts Minutes And Pennies, A Desperate Sensual God, Who Grunts Like A Pig. A Pig With Golden Wings, Who Falls And Falls, Always Belly Side Up, Ready For Caresses, That’s Him, Our Master. Come, Kiss Me.

The Rich Don't Have To Kill To Eat. They Employ People, As They Call It. The Rich Don't Do Evil Themselves. They Pay. People Do All They Can To Please Them, And Everybody's Happy.

There's No Such Thing As Intelligent Vanity. It's An Instinct. And You'll Never Find A Man Who Is Not First And Foremost Vain.