Western Man Is Schizophrenic.

I Can't Help Feeling Wary When I Hear Anything Said About The Masses. First You Take Their Faces From 'em By Calling 'em The Masses And Then You Accuse 'em Of Not Having Any Faces.

I'm In The Business Of Providing People With Secondary Satisfactions. It Wouldn't Have Done Me Much Good If They Had All Written Their Own Plays, Would It?

We Must Beware The Revenge Of The Starved Senses, The Embittered Animal In Its Prison.

Nearly Everything Possible Had Been Done To Spoil The Game: The Heavy Financial Interest; The Absurd Transfer And Player-selling System; The Lack Of Any Birth Or Residential Qualifications; The Absurd Publicity Given To Every Feature Of It By The Press; The Monstrous Partisanships Of The Crowds.

We Plan, We Toil, We Suffer - In The Hope Of What? A Camel-load Of Idol's Eyes? The Title Deeds Of Radio City? The Empire Of Asia? A Trip To The Moon? No, No, No, No. Simply To Wake Just In Time To Smell Coffee And Bacon And Eggs.