Truth Lies Within A Little And Certain

I Suspect The Fault...is In Me: That I Hate Any Job On Earth, As A Job And A Hindrance And A Semi-suicide.

You've Got To Bear It In Mind That Nobody That Ever Lived Is Specially Privileged; The Axe Can Fall At Any Moment, On Any Neck, Without Any Warning Or Any Regard For Justice. You've Got To Keep Your Mind Off Pitying Your Own Rotten Luck And Setting Up Any Kind Of A Howl About It. You've Got To Remember That Things As Bad As This And A Hell Of A Lot Worse Have Happened To Millions Of People Before And That They've Come Through It And That You Will Too.

And A Human Being Whose Life Is Nurtured In An Advantage Which Has Accrued From The Disadvantage Of Other Human Beings, And Who Prefers That This Should Remain As It Is, Is A Human Being By Definition Only, Having Much More In Common With The Bedbug, The Tapeworm, The Cancer, And The Scavengers Of The Deep Sea.

The Camera Seems To Me, Next To Unassisted And Weaponless Consciousness, The Central Instrument Of Our Time.

Just Spunk Won't Be Enough; You've Got To Have Gumption.