If I Had To Lay Bets, My

If I Had To Lay Bets, My Bet Would Be That Everything Is Going To Go To Hell, But, You Know, What Else Have We Got Except Hope?

I Now Wish That I Had Spent Somewhat More Of My Life With Verse. This Is Not Because I Fear Having Missed Out On Truths That Are Incapable Of Statement In Prose. There Are No Such Truths; There Is Nothing About Death That Swinburne And Landor Knew But Epicurus And Heidegger Failed To Grasp. Rather, It Is Because I Would Have Lived More Fully If I Had Been Able To Rattle Off More Old Chestnuts — just As I Would Have If I Had Made More Close Friends.

The World Is Out There, But Descriptions Of The World Are Not.

There Is Nothing Deep Down Inside Us Except What We Have Put There Ourselves.

At 12, I Knew That The Point Of Being Human Was To Spend One's Life Fighting Social Injustice.