Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of disgust.

You don't become a saint until you lead a good life whether in Tibet or Italy or America.

The meaning of life can be revealed but never explained.

Erotic love is one of the highest forms of contemplation.

I write for one and only one purpose, to overcome the invincible ignorance of the traduced heart. I wish to speak to and for those who have had enough of the Social Lie, the Economics of Mass Murder, the Sexual Hoax, and the Domestication of Conspicuous Consumption.

Crooked cards and straight whiskey, Slow horses and fast women.

Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of disgust.