The simple is carefully shunned by those who labour to seem what they would be.

Every war is ironic because every war is worse than expected. Every war constitutes an irony of situation because its means are so melodramatically disproportionate to its presumed ends.

Travel sharpens the senses. Abroad one feels, sees and hears things in an abnormal way.

Anybody who notices unpleasant facts in the have-a-nice-day world we live in is going to be designated a curmudgeon.

If we do not redefine manhood, war is inevitable.

Irony is the attendant of hope and the fuel of hope is innocence.

Chickenshit can be recognized instantly because it never has anything to do with winning the war.