What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.
My imagination doesn't require anything more of the book than to provide a framework within which it can wander.
Hatred - The anger of the weak.
Hate is the wrath of the weak.
There is often seen this anomaly in women, especially in those of childish natures,--that they possess at once great promptness and unskilfulness in falsehood.
Music is another planet.
The clever way death cuts us down, but makes it look like just a thinning-out. Generations never fall with one blow - that would be too sad and too obvious. Death prefers to do it piecemeal. The meadow is attacked from several sides at the same time. One of us goes one day; another some time afterwards; you have to stand back and look around you to take in what's missing, to grasp the vast slaughter of your generation.
If there is one clear lesson of our century, it is this: where aggression is tolerated, it multiplies.
Plutarch has written an essay on the benefits which a man may receive from his enemies; and among the good fruits of enmity, mentions this in particular, that by the reproaches which it casts upon us, we see the worst side of ourselves.
It's an old ploy of the bourgeoisie. They keep a standing 'art' to defend their collapsing culture.
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails. . . bend corners like I was a curve, I struck a nerve.