There Is No Apocalypse.

Most People Who Seek Attention And Regard By Announcing That They're Writing A Novel Are Actually So Devoid Of Narrative Talent That They Can't Hold The Attention Of A Dinner Table For Thirty Seconds, Even With A Dirty Joke.

To Get Home You Had To End The War. To End The War Was The Reason You Fought It. The Only Reason.

All The Pathos And Irony Of Leaving One’s Youth Behind Is Thus Implicit In Every Joyous Moment Of Travel

The Balls Used In Top Class Games Are Generally Smaller Than Those Used In Others.

The Middles Cleave To Euphemisms Not Just Because They're An Aid In Avoiding Facts. They Like Them Also Because They Assist Their Social Yearnings Towards Pomposity. This Is Possible Because Most Euphemisms Permit The Speaker To Multiply Syllables, And The Middle Class Confuses Sheer Numerousness With Weight And Value.