Honest men live on charity in their age; the almshouses are full of men who never stole a copper penny. Honest men are the fools and the saints.
My dreams are all follies.
People must again learn to work, instead of living on public assistance.
Though I am a Catholic, a professing one, I have serious doubts about the survival of the human personality after death.
My childhood was appalling.
Animals do not betray; they do not exploit; they do not oppress; they do not enslave; they do not sin. They have their being, and their being is honest, and who can say this of man?