See What Perils Do Environ Those Who

A Man Is The Sum Of His Actions, Of What He Has Done, Of What He Can Do, Nothing Else.

I Drink The Wine Of Aspiration And The Drug Of Illusion. Thus I Am Never Dull.

There Are Houses Whose Souls Have Passed Into The Limbo Of Time, Leaving Their Bodies In The Limbo Of London. Such Was Not Quite The Condition Of Timothy's On The Bayswater Road, For Timothy's Soul Still Had One Foot In Timothy Forsyte's Body, And Smither Kept The Atmosphere Unchanging, Of Camphor And Port Wine And House Whose Windows Are Only Opened To Air It Twice A Day.

Only Out Of Stir And Change Is Born New Salvation. To Deny That Is To Deny Belief In Man, To Turn Our Backs On Courage!

Once Admit That We Have The Right To Inflict Unnecessary Suffering And You Destroy The Very Basis Of Human Society.