Freedom is a monkey-thing, but the primate urge is basically one of conformity of course.

To sit and do nothing all day is not a viable option, it is merely the result of unlicensed thoughtlessness.

Any man should understand this truth about himself quickly: that there may be many men around worse than him but there are certainly none better.

What you already know may not surprise you anymore, but it can still rip you apart, eat you whole and leave the pips.

What harm others can do to you bears no comparison to what harm you can do to yourself—although it can be quite as painful.

Where you can honestly blame yourself for your troubles, you don’t have to blame others for it as well.

While you don’t quite understand the games people play, the rules will be obscured also.

Power corrupts, and relative amounts of power corrupt relatively.

When people say, “Are you for real?” at least you can be really irritated at the expense of the realities of it all.

What is the point of standing still in a quiet place if you don’t know where you’re going?

The essence of esoteric knowledge is that it is hidden, specifically from those who could use it most.

There’re no rose tinted glasses for a sixty-year old man, younger men have knocked them off.

Those who think in questions will never be questioned, as they don’t have the answer.

Some men can’t talk and so have no reciprocity, as it’s down to their nature.

If you can dish it out then you’d better be able to push it back––just like piles.

Certain things need one long stare without comment, as if you comment your position is known.

How do you redeem yourself in the eyes of a human lump of shit? You don’t you just step around it.