You'll Never Get To Be A Saint

Life Goes Not In A Straight Line, Lad, But In A Circle. The First Half We Spend Venturing As Far As The World's End From Home And Kin And Stillness, And The Latter Half Brings Us Back, By Roundabout Ways But Surely, To That State From Which We Set Out.

A Man Must Be Prepared To Face Life, As Well As Death, There's No Escape From Either.

Truth Is A Hard Master, And Costly To Serve, But It Simplifies All Problems.

The Voices Of Cold Reason Were Talking, As Usual, To Deaf Ears.

You'll Never Get To Be A Saint If You Deny The Bit Of The Devil In You.