Bohemia has no banner. It survives by discretion.
The most dangerous word in any human tongue is the word for brother. It's inflammatory.
There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.
It is almost as if you were frantically constructing another world while the world that you live in dissolves beneath your feet, and that your survival depends on completing this construction at least one second before the old habitation collapses.
We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.
A high station in life is earned by the gallantry with which appalling experiences are survived with grace.
All cruel people describe themselves as paragons of frankness.
All your Western theologies, the whole mythology of them, are based on the concept of God as a senile delinquent.
We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.
The only thing worse than a liar is a liar that's also a hypocrite!
We're all of us sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life!
Mendacity is a system that we live in. Liquor is one way out an death's the other.
Category: Lies And Lying
We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.
Oh, Jacques, we're used to each other, we're a pair of captive hawks caught in the same cage, and so we've grown used to each other. That's what passes for love at this dim, shadowy end of the Camino Real.