Evil Is Dull, That Is The Worst

Marriage Is A Public Declaration Of A Man And A Woman That They Have Formed A Secret Alliance, With The Intention To Belong To, And Share With Each Other, A Mystical Estate; Mystical Exactly In The Sense That The Real Experience Cannot Be Communicated To Others, Nor Explained Even To Oneself On Rational Grounds.

If You Are Required To Kill Someone Today, On The Promise Of A Political Leader That Someone Else Shall Live In Peace Tomorrow, Believe Me, You Are Not Only A Double Murderer, You Are A Suicide, Too.

I've Been Called A Stylist Until I Really Could Tear My Hair Out. And I Simply Don't Believe In Style. The Style Is You.

All Life Worth Living Is Difficult, Nobody Promised Us Happiness; It Is Not A Commodity You Have Earned, Or Shall Ever Earn. It Is A By-product Of Brave Living, And It Never Comes In The Form We Expect, Or At The Season We Hoped For, Or As The Result Of Our Planning For It.

We Do Know Now, All Of Us, That The Most Appalling Cruelties Are Committed By Apparently Virtuous Governments In Expectation Of A Great Good To Come, Never Learning That The Evil Done Now Is The Sure Destroyer Of The Expected Good.