Though Pleasure May Be Purchasable, Happiness Cannot

Few Forms Of Life Are So Engaging As Birds.

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.

Borrowed Illusions Are Better Than None.

First, I Was An Idealist (that Was Early - Fools Are Born, Not Made, You Know); Next I Was A Realist; Now I Am A Pessimist, And, By Jove! If Things Get Much Worse I'll Become A Humorist.

A Self-made Martyr Is A Poor Thing.