I Would Tell Myself That

I'd Rather Argue Against A Hundred Idiots, Than Have One Agree With Me.

Who's In Or Out, Who Moves The Grand Machine, Nor Stirs My Curiosity, Or Spleen; Secrets Of State No More I Wish To Know Than Secret Movements Of A Puppet-show; Let But The Puppets Move, I've My Desire, Unseen The Hand Which Guides The Master Wire.

If A Woman Has "it," She Doesn't Need Anything Else; But If She Doesn't Have "it," It Doesn't Matter What Else She Has.

Want Of Foresight, Unwillingness To Act When Action Would Be Simple And Effective, Lack Of Clear Thinking, Confusion Of Counsel Until The Emergency Comes, Until Self-preservation Strikes Its Jarring Gong - These Are The Features Which Constitute The Endless Repetition Of History.

Happy Are The Painters, For They Shall Not Be Lonely. Light And Colour, Peace And Hope, Will Keep Them Company To The End Of The Day.