We Live On Because We Can Love,

Slowly, Desolately, The Fist Of What We'd Done Unclenched The Clawed Palm Of What We'd Become.

Nothing In The World Is So Soft And Pleasing To The Touch, As The Skin Of A Woman's Thigh. No Flower, Feather Or Fabric, Can Match That Velvet Whisper Of Flesh. No Matter How Unequal They May Be In Any Other Ways, All Women, Old And Young, Fat And Thin, Beautiful And Ugly, Have That Perfection. It's A Great Part Of The Reason Why Men Hunger To Possess Women, And So Often Convince Themselves That They Do Possess Them: The Thigh, That Touch.

The World Is Run By One Million Evil Men, Ten Million Stupid Men, And A Hundred Million Cowards.

The Truth Is That There Are No Good Men, Or Bad Men,' He Said. 'it Is The Deeds That Have Goodness Or Badness In Them. There Are Good Deeds, And Bad Deeds. Men Are Just Men - It Is What They Do, Or Refuse To Do, That Links Them To Good And Evil. The Truth Is That An Instant Of Real Love, In The Heart Of Anyone - The Noblest Man Alive Or The Most Wicked - Has The Whole Purpose And Process And Meaning Of Life Within The Lotus-folds Of Its Passion. The Truth Is That We Are All, Every One Of Us, Every Atom, Every Galaxy, And Every Particle Of Matter In The Universe, Moving Toward God.

Praising People Behind Their Back Is Monstrously Unfair, Because The One Thing You Can't Defend Yourself Against Is The Good That People Say About You.