The Age Is A Vociferous One, And

The Only Natural Human Beings Seem To Be Those Who Are Making Trouble.

I Liked Human Beings, But I Did Not Love Human Nature.

I Hated The Things They Believe In, The Things They So Innocently And Charmingly Pretended. I Hated The Sanctimonious Piety That Let People Hurt Helpless Creatures. I Hated The Prayers And The Hymns - The Fountains And The Red Images That Coloured Their Drab Music, The Fountains Filled With Blood, The Sacrifice Of The Lamb.

... Though Not Invariably The Worst Choice, War Is Always An Obscene Horror.

Cynicism Is A Sure Sign Of Youth.