Peace ... is a morbid condition, due to a surplus of civilians, which war seeks to remedy. - Cyril Connolly

No opinions, no ideas, no real knowledge of anything, no ideals, no inspiration; a fat, slothful, querulous, greedy, impotent carcass; a stump, a decaying belly washed up on the shore... Always tired, always bored, always hurt, always hating.

When we have ceased to love the stench of the human animal, either in others or in ourselves, then are we condemned to misery, and clear thinking can begin.

Life is a maze in which we take the wrong turning before we have learnt to walk.