Experience Is A Dim Lamp, Which Only

For The Poor Of This World, Two Major Ways Of Expiring Are Available: Either By The Absolute Indifference Of Your Fellow-men In Peace-time, Or By The Homicidal Passion Of These Same When War Breaks Out.

All In All, Death Is Something Like Marriage.

There Is No Rest For The Humble Except In Despising The Great, Whose Only Thought Of The People Is Inspired By Self-interest Or Sadism.

The Mind Is Satisfied With Phrased, But Not The Body, The Body Is More Fastidious, It Wants Muscles. A Body Always Tells The Truth, That's Why It's Usually Depressing And Disgusting To Look At.

I Hadn't Found Out Yet That Mankind Consists Of Two Very Different Races, The Rich And The Poor. It Took Me ... And Plenty Of Other People . . . Twenty Years And The War To Learn To Stick To My Class And Ask The Price Of Things Before Touching Them, Let Alone Setting My Heart On Them.