why human beings despise what is beautiful and good, and seek to destroy the things they need the most

Science devises ever bloodier means of war until humanity's powers of destruction overcome our powers of creation and our civilisation drives itself to extinction.

Dreams are shores where the ocean of spirit meets the land of matter. Dreams are beaches where the yet-to-be, the once-were, the will-never-be may walk awhile with the still-are.

We are both busy people, so let's cut the small talk.

When insolvent, pack minimally, with a valise tough enough to be thrown onto a London pavement from a first- or second-floor window. Insist on hotel rooms no higher.

Folks with most to complain about seldom complain most.

People b'lief the world is built so an tellin em it ain't so caves the roofs on their heads'n'maybe yours.