Life Is Becoming No More Than Staring

When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Take A Nap.

Self-importance Is A Trap, Because The Moment We Start To Think That We Actually Matter Is The Moment When Things Start To Go Wrong. The Truth Is That You Are Supremely Unimportant And Nothing Matters. All Of Man's Striving Is For Nothing; All Effort Is Wasted. To Realize That Everything Is Meaningless Is Tremendously Liberating, Since It Then Leaves Us Completely Free To Create Our Own Lives And Ignore The Plans That Others Have For Us.

I Count It As A Certainty That In Paradise, Everyone Naps.

Beauty Feeds Us. Anarchy Is Beauty. We Are Against The Grey People. We Want To Decorate, Like Those Fantastic Indian Lorries Which Are Covered With Flowers. Beauty Must Conquer The Lust For Order; Order Is Ugliness.

Paradoxically, To Be Truly Idle, You Also Have To Be Efficient.