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It Said What He Would Have Said, If It Had Been Possible For Him To Set His Scattered Thoughts In Order. It Was The Product Of A Mind Similar To His Own, But Enormously More Powerful, More Systematic, Less Fear-ridden. The Best Books, He Perceived, Are Those That Tell You What You Know Already.

Let's Face It: Our Lives Are Miserable, Laborious, And Short.

In The End I Worked Out An Anarchistic Theory That All Government Is Evil, That The Punishment Always Does More Harm Than The Crime And That People Can Be Trusted To Behave Decently If Only You Will Let Them Alone.

I'm Fat, But I'm Thin Inside... There's A Thin Man Inside Every Fat Man.

A Fat Man Is Never So Happy As When He Is Describing Himself As "robust.