The Word Is The Most Imprecise Of

Whatever Sympathy I Feel Towards Religions, Whatever Admiration For Some Of Their Adherents, Whatever Historical Or Biological Necessity I See In Them, Whatever Metaphorical Truth, I Cannot Accept Them As Credible Explanations Of Reality; And They Are Incredible To Me In Proportion To The Degree That They Require My Belief In Positive Human Attributes And Intervenient Powers In Their Divinities.

When You Draw Something It Lives And When You Photograph It It Dies

Duty Largely Consists Of Pretending That The Trivial Is Critical.

Men Love War Because It Allows Them To Look Serious. Because It Is The One Thing That Stops Women Laughing At Them.

Stained Glass, Engraved Glass, Frosted Glass; Give Me Plain Glass.