I hate the world and almost all the people in it. I hate the Labour Congress and the journalists who send men to be slaughtered, and the fathers who feel a smug pride when their sons are killed, and even the pacifists who keep saying human nature is essentially good, in spite of all the daily proofs to the contrary. I hate the planet and the human race—I am ashamed to belong to such a species.

Boredom is... a vital problem for the moralist, since half the sins of mankind are caused by the fear of it.

Religion may in most of its forms be defined as the belief that the gods are on the side of the government.

Patience and boredom are closely related. Boredom, a certain kind of boredom, is really impatience. You don't like the way things are, they aren't interesting enough for you, so you deccide- and boredom is a decision-that you are bored.

Broadly speaking, we are in the middle of a race between human skill as a means and human folly as an end.

This, however, is a passing nightmare; in time the earth will become again incapable of supporting life, and peace will return.

How about Pithecanthropus Erectus? Was it really he who ate the apple? Or was it Homo Pekiniensis?