The best people, like the best wines, come from the hills.

Only the half-mad are wholly alive.

Life is cruel? Compared to what?

God is love? Not bloody likely.

Is there a God? Who knows? Is there an angry unicorn on the dark side of the moon?

Every man should be his own guru; every woman her own gurette.

Anarchism? You bet your sweet betsy. The only cure for the ills of democracy is more democracy. Much more.