Worse Than Madness. Sanity.

Philosophy And Religion-what Are They When The Wind Blows And The Water Gets Up In Lumps?

Childhood Is A Disease - A Sickness That You Grow Out Of.

It Wasn't Until I Was 37 That I Grasped The Great Truth That You've Got To Write Your Own Books And Nobody Else's, And Then Everything Followed From There.

The Skull Regarded Ralph Like One Who Knows All The Answers And Won't Tell.

For A Small Island [great Britain], The Place Is Remarkably Diverse.