Borrowed Illusions Are Better Than None.

You Could Have Forgiven My Committing A Sin If You Hadn't Feared That I Had A Committed A Pleasure As Well.

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.

... In The Nineteen-thirties ... The Most Casual Reader Of Murder Mysteries Could Infallibly Detect The Villain, As Soon As There Entered A Character Who Had Recently Washed His Neck And Did Not Commit Mayhem On The English Language.

I Ain't Never Seen No Head So Level That It Could Bear The Lettin' In Of Politics.

Grandpa Says We've Got Everything To Make Us Happy But Happiness.