Perhaps When Distant People On Other Planets

... When Caught Unawares I Usually Tell The Truth, And What's Duller Than That?

There Is Nothing Like The Bootless Solitude Of Those Who Are Caged Together.

How Rarely Can Happiness Be Really Innocent And Not Triumphant, Not An Insult To The Deprived.

The Sin Of Pride May Be A Small Or A Great Thing In Someone's Life, And Hurt Vanity A Passing Pinprick, Or A Self-destroying Or Ever Murderous Obsession.

There Is No Beyond, There Is Only Here, The Infinitely Small, Infinitely Great And Utterly Demanding Present.