You were the dead; theirs was the future.

Advertising is the rattling of a stick inside a swill bucket.

Sooner or later a false belief bumps up against solid reality, usually on a battlefield.

A man who gives a good account of himself is probably lying, since any life when viewed from the inside is simply a series of defeats.

The intellectual is different from the ordinary man, but only in certain sections of his personality, and even then not all the time.

The hospital is the antechamber to the tomb

Creeds like pacifism or anarchism, which seem on the surface to imply a complete renunciation of power, rather encourage this habit of mind. For if you have embraced a creed which appears to be free from the ordinary dirtiness of politics ... the more you are in the right (and) everybody else should be bullied into thinking otherwise.