Hell Is The Incapacity To Be Other

One Thinks One's Something Unique And Wonderful At The Center Of The Universe, When In Fact One's Just A Slight Interruption In The Ongoing March Of Entropy.

Speed, It Seems To Me, Provides The One Genuinely Modern Pleasure.

Single-mindedness Is All Very Well In Cows Or Baboons; In An Animal Claiming To Belong To The Same Species As Shakespeare, It Is Simply Disgraceful.

We Don't Want To Change. Every Change Is A Menace To Stability.

There Is Only One Corner Of The Universe You Can Be Certain Of Improving, And That's Your Own Self.