You learn to put your emotional luggage where it will do some good, instead of using it to shit on other people, or blow up aeroplanes.
The rare pleasure of being seen for what one is, compensates for the misery of being it.
I confidently predict the collapse of capitalism and the beginning of history. Something will go wrong in the machinery that converts money into money, the banking system will collapse totally, and we will be left having to barter to stay alive. Those who can dig in their garden will have a better chance than the rest. I'll be all right; I've got a few veg.
Category: Twentieth Century