Our claim to our own bodies and our world is our catastrophe.

One cannot walk through an assembly factory and not feel that one is in Hell.

Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep

To be free is often to be lonely.

Of course, Behaviourism 'works'. So does torture. Give me a no-nonsense, down-to-earth behaviourist, a few drugs, and simple electrical appliances, and in six months I will have him reciting the Athanasian Creed in public.

Get up very early and get going at once. In fact, work first and wash afterwards.

Now is the age of anxiety.