Maybe It's Better Like This,

Misfortunes Cannot Suffice To Make A Fool Into An Intelligent Man.

The Art Of Living Is The Art Of Knowing How To Believe Lies. The Fearful Thing About It Is That, Not Knowing What Truth May Be, We Can Still Recognize Lies.

Life Is Pain And The Enjoyment Of Love Is An Anesthetic.

People Who Don't Know Any Better Will Always Be In The Dark Because The Power Lies In The Hands Of Men Who Take Good Care That Ordinary Folk Don't Understand, In The Hands, That Is, Of The Government, Of The Clerical Party, Of The Capitalists.

Maybe It's Better Like This, Better That Everything Should Go Up In A Blaze Of Dry Grass And That People Should Begin Again.