It is one of the tragedies of the half-educated that they develop late, when they are already committed to some wrong way of life.

Perhaps it is only when people are somewhere near the starvation level that they have anything to sing about.

No advance in wealth, no softening of manners, no reform or revolution has ever brought human equality a millimeter nearer.

The further a society drifts from truth the more it will hate those who speak it.

Do you know why you’re here? Shall I tell you why we brought you here? To cure you.To make you sane.

Friend of fatherless! Fountain of happiness! Lord of the swill-bucket! Oh, how my soul is on Fire when I gaze at thy Calm and commanding eye. Like the sun in the sky, Comrade Napoleon! Thou are the giver of All thy creatures love, Full belly twice a day, clean straw to roll upon; Every beast great or small, Sleeps at peace in his stall, Thou watchest over all, Comrade Napoleon! Had I a sucking-pig, Ere he had grown as big Even as a pint bottle or a a rolling-pin He should have learned to be Faithful and true to thee, Yes, his first squeak should be Comrade Napoleon!

The hospital is the antechamber to the tomb