I Was Beaten Up Wherever I Went,

In England, Nobody's Your Friend.

Fear And Hatred Do Not Seem To Find Expression In Tears.

All Liaisons Between Homosexuals Are Conducted As Though They Were Between A Chorus Girl And A Bishop. In Some Cases Both Parties Think They Are Bishops.

In An Expanding Universe, Time Is On The Side Of The Outcast. Those Who Once Inhabited The Suburbs Of Human Contempt Find That Without Changing Their Address They Eventually Live In The Metropolis.

If At First You Don't Succeed, Failure May Be Your Style.