I see what is right and approve, but I do what is wrong.

Ignorance and poverty are the best condiments for the great feast of the world, but the inexperienced and poor are never invited to it.

I mean, there's little enough in this life, really, and you only find it worth living for the odd moments, and if you think you're going to have those odd moments again, then it makes life wonderful and have a meaning.

Every dogma has its day.

Civilised my syphilised yarbles.

... A CLOCKWORK ORANGE- and I said: 'That's a fair gloopy title. Who ever heard of a clockwork orange?' Then I read a malenky bit out loud in a sort of very high type preaching goloss: '- The attempt to impose upon a man, a creature of growth and capable of sweetness, to ooze juicily at the last round the bearded lips of God, to attempt to impose, I say, laws and conditions appropriate to a mechanical creation, against this I raise my swordpen-

I conclude that there is as much sense in nonsense as there is nonsense in sense.