Travel, Of Course, Narrows The Mind.

I Have A Very Great Respect For Americans, And Having Been A Correspondent In This Country, And I Believe That Americans Are People Who Respond Much Better To Facts And Truthful, Genuine Speculation, Than They Do To Purely, Kind Of Phoney, Adulation.

When The Devil Makes His Offer (always Open Incidentally) Of The Kingdoms Of The Earth, It Is The Bordellos Which Glow So Alluringly To Most Of Us, Not The Banks And The Counting-houses And The Snow-swept Corridors Of Power . . . Sex Is The Mysticism Of A Materialistic Society - In The Beginning Was The Flesh, And The Flesh Became Word; With Its Own Mysteries - This Is My Birth Pill; Swallow It In Remembrance Of Me! - And Its Own Sacred Texts And Scriptures - The Erotica Which Fall Like Black Atomic Rain On The Just And Unjust Alike, Drenching Us, Stupefying Us. To Be Carnally Minded Is Life!

In Politics, As In Womanizing, Failure Is Decisive. It Sheds Its Retrospective Gloom On Earlier Endeavor Which At The Time Seemed Full Of Promise.

I Will Lift Mine Eyes Unto The Pills. Almost Everyone Takes Them, From The Humble Aspirin To The Multi-colored, King-sized Three Deckers, Which Put You To Sleep, Wake You Up, Stimulate And Soothe You All In One. It Is An Age Of Pills.

I Think Winston Churchill Is An Appallingly Bad Politician, And Always Has Been, That He Hung Onto Power Long After He Should Have Done, And That His Post-war Administration Was A Disaster.