It Was A Book To Kill Time

Age Has Extremely Little To Do With Anything That Matters. The Difference Between One Age And Another Is, As A Rule, Enormously Exaggerated.

It Is To The Eccentrics That The World Owes Most Of Its Knowledge.

You Point Out That War Is Only A Symptom Of The Whole Horrid Business Of Human Behavior, And Cannot Be Isolated. And That, Even If We Abolish War, We Shall Not Abolish Hate And Greed. So Might It Have Been Argued About Slave Emancipation, That Slavery Was But One Aspect Of Human Disgustingness, And That To Abolish It Would Not End The Barbarity That Causes It. But Did The Abolitionists Therefore Waste Their Breath? And Do We Waste Ours Now In Protesting Against War?

Cranks Live By Theory, Not By Pure Desire. They Want Votes, Peace, Nuts, Liberty, And Spinning-looms Not Because They Love These Things, As A Child Loves Jam, But Because They Think They Ought To Have Them. That Is One Element Which Makes The Crank.

One Day I Shall Write A Little Book Of Conduct Myself, And I Shall Call It Social Problems Of The Unsociable. And The Root Problem, Beneath A Hundred Varying Manifestions, Is How To Escape. How To Escape, That Is, At Those Times, Be They Few Or Frequent, When You Want To Keep Yourself To Yourself.