By Simple Common Sense I Don't Believe

By Simple Common Sense I Don't Believe In God, In None.

I Am Known In Parts Of The World By People Who Have Never Heard Of Jesus Christ.

Despair Is A Narcotic. It Lulls The Mind Into Indifference.

My Prodigious Sin Was, And Still Is, Being A Non-conformist.

Hair Is Vitally Personal To Children. They Weep Vigorously When It Is Cut For The First Time; No Matter How It Grows, Bushy, Straight Or Curly, They Feel They Are Being Shorn Of A Part Of Their Personality.