In A Mad World It Always Seems

There Was Always Another Side To A Joke, The Side Of The Victim.

He Was Like A Child With Haemophilia: Every Contact Drew Blood.

Hatred Seems To Work On The Same Glands As Love: It Even Produces The Same Actions. If We Had Not Been Taught How To Interpret The Story Of The Passion, Would We Have Been Able To Say From Their Actions Alone Whether It Was The Jealous Judas Or The Cowardly Peter Who Loved Christ?

To Comfort Me Is Like The Wrong Memory At The Wrong Place Or Time: If One Is Lonely One Prefers Discomfort.

Never Presume Yours Is A Better Morality.