Ageing is a push-me pull-you of an event, in which you’re nearer the age you have just passed, and nearer still to the age you will next be, and yet so near to the present time that you can almost taste it slipping away.

Those who have their whole life ahead of them should not be interfered with by those who haven’t, or, for that matter, anyone else either.

You live, you compete; you die, you don’t.

If you’re very unlucky you may eventually come to think: “What the fuck am I looking at?” And you still won’t know before it’s too late.

Any move that emotionally distresses you is a mistake that you should try to avoid, but it’s still amazing how so many people still don’t understand this one simple fact.

You have a duty to the truth, if only to yourself; after all, who wants to live with your lies?

In the vicious survival tactics of the schoolyard, one good joke amongst good friends always deserves another, possibly even more brutal one.

It is a little recognized fact that those who are servants and those who are waiters aren’t generally those who should know better than that.

If you feel you have any duties to perform towards other people, then you really need to realize what they are first through empathy.

Whenever someone insists on saying, “The greatest satisfaction to me is for people to hear what I am saying.” Then his motives must be suspect.

As a weapon of choice for the intelligent man politeness is all very well, but when it comes time to gut his enemies it still remains ineffective.

Men use mutual praise in the process of male bonding. How much you believe it is up to you, it is necessary only for a man to show it consistently.

Being inoffensive is a matter of good manners, but is something not many intelligent men will manage to achieve with any consistency.