Our Journey Is Entirely Imaginary. That Is

The Poetry Of Heroism Appeals Irresistibly To Those Who Don't Go To A War, And Even More To Those Whom The War Is Making Enormously Wealthy. It's Always So.

Since Life Consists Of Madness Spiked With Lies, The Farther You Are From Each Other The More Lies You Can Put Into It And The Happier You'll Be. That's Only Natural And Normal. Truth Is Inedible.

Even Diseases Have Lost Their Prestige, There Aren't So Many Of Them Left. Think It Over... No More Syphilis, No More Clap, No More Typhoid... Antibiotics Have Taken Half The Tragedy Out Of Medicine.

To Philosophize Is Only Another Way Of Being Afraid And Leads Hardly Anywhere But To Cowardly Make-believe.

I'd Seen Too Many Troubling Things To Be Easy In My Mind. I Knew Too Much And Not Enough. I'd Better Go Out, I Said To Myself, I'd Better Go Out Again.