Peace Is That State In Which Fear

Civilization Is A Conspiracy. Modern Life Is The Silent Compact Of Comfortable Folk To Keep Up Pretences.

[w]ithout Humour You Cannot Run A Sweetie-shop, Let Alone A Nation.

If Those Extra-social Brains Are So Potent, Why After All Do They Effect So Little? A Dull Police-officer, With The Machine Behind Him, Can Afford To Laugh At Most Experiments In Anarchy.

But Some Love Not The Method Of Your First; Romance They Count It, Throw't Away As Dust; If I Should Meet With Such, What Should I Say; Must I Slight Them As They Slight Me, Or Nay

Any Large-scale Organization Must Lose Some Of The Merits Of Its Rudimentary Beginnings. Quantity Will Have A Coarsening Effect On Quality.