Read Widely And With Discrimination. Bad Writing

Without The Hope Of Posterity, For Our Race If Not For Ourselves, Without The Assurance That We Being Dead Yet Live, All Pleasures Of The Mind And Senses Sometimes Seem To Me No More Than Pathetic And Crumbling Defences Shored Up Against Our Ruin.

The Modern Holy Trinity Is Money, Sex And Celebrity.

I Can Understand The Poor And Stupid Voting For Marxism Or One Of Its Fashionable Variants. If You've No Hope Of Being Other Than A Slave, You May As Well Opt For The Most Efficient Form Of Slavery.

But What Do You Believe? I Don't Just Mean Religion. What Are You Sure Of?" "that Once I Was Not And That Now I Am. That One Day I Shall No Longer Be.

A Picnic May Well Be A Metaphor For Life. The Essentials For Happiness Are The Right Company, Moderate If Sanguine Expectations And A Reasonable Standard Of Physical Sustenance And Comfort, The Whole Being Bedeviled By The Belief That There Is Always Something Better To Be Had If Only One Presses On.