Nothing feels worse than other people's good times.

Our tears fatten upon our memories of joy.

How can you respect the world when you see it's being run by a bunch of kids turned old?

In no other sport must the spectator move.

Suddenly summoned to witness something great and horrendous, we keep fighting not to reduce it to our own smallness.

Government is either organized benevolence or organized madness; its peculiar magnitude permits no shading.

To say that war is madness is like saying that sex is madness: true enough, from the standpoint of a stateless eunuch, but merely a provocative epigram for those who must make their arrangements in the world as given.