The English Have This Extraordianry

There Is Something Ridiculous And Even Quite Indecent In An Individual Claiming To Be Happy. Still More A People Or A Nation Making Such A Claim. The Pursuit Of Happiness Is Without Any Question The Most Fatuous Which Could Possibly Be Undertaken. This Lamentable Phrase - The Pursuit Of Happiness - Is Responsible For A Good Part Of The Ills And Miseries Of The Modern World.

The Three Most Disastrous Inventions Of Our Time Have Been The Birth Control Pill, The Camera And Nuclear Weaponry. The First Offers Sex In Terms Of Sterility, The Second Reality In Terms Of Fantasy, And The Third Security In Terms Of Destruction.

This Horror Of Pain Is A Rather Low Instinct And... If I Think Of Human Beings I've Known And Of My Own Life, Such As It Is, I Can't Recall Any Case Of Pain Which Didn't, On The Whole, Enrich Life.

Old Politicians, Like Old Actors, Revive In The Limelight. The Vacancy Which Afflicts Them In Private Momentarily Lifts When, Oncemore, They Feel The Eyes Of An Audience Upon Them. Their Old Passion For Holding The Centre Of The Stage Guides Their Uncertain Footsteps To Where The Footlights Shine, And Summons Up A Wintry Smile When The Curtain Rises.

A Decrepit Society Shuns Humor As A Decrepit Individual Shuns Drafts.