Dear God, Teach Me To Be Careless.

England Has Become A Squalid, Uncomfortable, Ugly Place ... An Intolerant, Racist, Homophobic, Narrow-minded, Authoritarian, Rat-hole Run By Vicious, Suburban-minded, Materialistic Philistines.

And Silence, Like Darkness, Can Be Kind; It, Too, Is A Language.

Love Cannot Be Measured By Its Duration.

I Began To Enjoy My Own Generosity; I Felt The Pleasure Of Pleasing Others, Especially As This Was Accompanied By Money-power. I Was Paying For Them; They Were Grateful, They Had To Be; And They Could No Longer See Me As A Failure.

Nothing Can Be Repaired Or Advanced But Only Accepted