Probably the next most important thing to coming to a conclusion, is knowing why I came to that particular conclusion.

Amusingly enough, you may often draw out a friendly subservience gesture in an old acquaintance simply by calling him manipulative.

Unbridled honesty promotes dislike and rejection from people, and even worse than that when they finally know you’re just not going to let it go.

Acceptance of the realities of a crazy world can be that one bright spark of sanity left in it, for the sane man in a crazy world.

He who pleads not guilty in court also knows he will never have to admit to any degree of guilt whatsoever, even after they lock him up for doing it.

Justice is always the blinkered fool gibbering in the desert of eternal night; but then, you know, no one has any right to say that really, especially in court.

If you don’t quite know what you’re saying, get a lawyer to tell you to shut up.

Hatred is a two edged sword, it cuts one way, then another, then, for a complete view, right down the middle to clarify things for you.

What should always bring a warm feeling to your gut is the cool, calculated and utterly discerning appreciation of the other person’s predicament in comparison to your own.

If you’re not in a secure position of superiority raised by the resonant ambiance of the situation you are socializing in, then you’re in a negative position relative to some other fellow there.

No one ever won a battle by sticking his head in the sand and bleating like a sheep, although to see some people do it when they’re under pressure, they must think it wins the war.

Remember, first and foremost, most men are fuckers first and gentlemen last; as, for the genuine fucker, a gentleman is just a successful fucker that’s on holiday.

Politeness being pursued solely as a sense of being polite is never really appropriate, especially whenever someone needs a good kick in the balls over it.

He who has had the line drawn so thoroughly as to become a she, has then nothing much else to do after all except live like that and squat to pee.

The average workingman is of no real account, and so is someone of whom it can always be said that the more space he fills, the more space will be taken up to fill the gap.

In society a reason for violence can be based on intelligence alone; which, when directed at him, is something that generally goes one step beyond the average man’s fundamentally primate understanding of the uses of violence within human groups.

It’s a funny old world––and why shouldn’t it be? What could be better than this place is, to have a good laugh over?