You Cannot Govern, You Cannot

You Cannot Govern, You Cannot Administrate, With An Ignoramus.

With Our Progress We Have Destroyed Our Only Weapon Against Tedium: That Rare Weakness We Call Imagination.

Is It Right To Shoot The Poor Prostitute Or A Woman Who Is Unfaithful To Her Husband, Or A Man Who Loves Another Man?

Life Is Such An Effort, Child. It's A War That Is Renewed Each Day, And Its Moments Of Joy Are Brief Parentheses For Which You Pay A Cruel Price.

I No Longer Have The Energy To Get Really Angry, Like I Used To.