Joy and sadness come by turns.

Hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. This is another thing about the world which is upsidedown: all the friendly and likable people seem dead to me; only the haters seem alive.

Boredom is the self being stuffed with itself.

There is no pain on this earth like seeing the same woman look at another man the way she once looked at you.

You live in a deranged age, more deranged than usual because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.

Being uneducated is no guarantee against being obnoxious.

You can get all A's and still flunk life.