Writing A Book Is A Horrible, Exhausting

For Weeks Past He Had Been Making Ready For This Moment, And It Had Never Crossed His Mind That Anything Would Be Needed Except Courage. The Actual Writing Would Be Easy. All He Had To Do Was To Transfer To Paper The Interminable Restless Monologue That Had Been Running Inside His Head, Literally For Years.

The War Is Not Meant To Be Won, It Is Meant To Be Continuous.

Mankind Is Not Likely To Salvage Civilization Unless He Can Evolve A System Of Good And Evil Which Is Independent Of Heaven And Hell.

Perhaps It Is Only When People Are Somewhere Near The Starvation Level That They Have Anything To Sing About.

...every Human Being Is Doomed To Die, Which Is The Greatest Of All Failures.