The best way to enjoy your job is to imagine yourself without one.
The last person who ever crossed me is dead under my bed!!!
The fact is, that civilization requires slaves. Unless there are slaves to do the ugly, horrible, uninteresting work, culture and contemplation become almost impossible.
One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.
The soul is a terrible reality. It can be bought and sold and bartered away.
Now that the House of Commons is trying to become useful, it does a great deal of harm.