The Sunlight On The Garden Hardens And

Blind Wantons Like The Gulls Who Scream And Rip The Edge Off Any Ideal Or Dream.

All That I Would Like To Be Is Human, Having A Share In A Civilized, Articulate And Well-adjusted Community Where The Mind Is Given Its Due But The Body Is Not Distrusted

None Of Our Hearts Are Pure, We Always Have Mixed Motives. Are Self Deceivers, But The Worst Of All Deceits Is To Murmur 'lord, I Am Not Worthy' And, Lying Easy, Turn Your Face To The Wall.

World Is Suddener Than We Fancy It.

Better Authentic Mammon Than A Bogus God.