The man who raises a fist has run out of ideas.

New and stirring things are belittled because if they are not belittled the humiliating question arises 'Why then are you not taking part in them?

About two-thirds of the face of Marx is beard, a vast solemn wooly uneventful beard that must have made all normal exercise impossible. It is not the sort of beard that happens to a man, it is a beard cultivated, cherished, and thrust patriarchally upon the world.

There's truths you have to grow into.

I stood staring, not as yet realising that this was death leaping from man to man in that little distant crowd.

You cannot imagine the craving for rest that I feel-a hunger and thirst. For six long days, since my work was done, my mind has been a whirlpool, swift, unprogressive and incessant, a torrent of thoughts leading nowhere, spinning round swift and steady.

If we don't end war, war will end us.