It's Very Hard, Feeling That You're No

A Man Wants Nothing So Badly As A Gooseberry Farm.

I Should Like To Meet A Philosopher Like Nietzsche Somewhere In A Train Or A Steamer, And To Spend The Whole Night Talking To Him. I Consider His Philosophy Won't Last Long, However. It's More Showy Than Convincing.

Critics Are Like Horse-flies Which Hinder The Horses In Their Plowing Of The Soil. The Horse Works, All Its Muscles Drawn Tight Like The Strings On A Double-bass, And A Fly Settles On His Flanks And Tickles And Buzzes. And What Does The Fly Buzz About? It Scarcely Knows Itself; Simply Because It Is Restless And Wants To Proclaim: 'look, I Too Am Living On The Earth. See, I Can Buzz, Too, Buzz About Anything.'

The Government Is Not God. It Does Not Have The Right To Take Away That Which It Can't Return Even If It Wants To.

In My Head There Is A Whole Army Of People Asking To Be Let Out And Waiting For The Word Of Command.