When the State withers, humanity flowers.

Suddenly, I viddied what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep forever, and ever and ever.

It'll be your own torture," he said, serious. "I hope to God it'll torture you to madness.

I viddied that thinking is for the gloopy ones and that the oomny ones use like inspiration and what Bog sends. For now it was lovely music that came to my aid.

All human life is here, but the Holy Ghost seems to be somewhere else.

Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.

The state is never so efficient as when it wants money.