There's No Tyrant Like A Brain.

For The Poor Of This World, Two Major Ways Of Expiring Are Available: Either By The Absolute Indifference Of Your Fellow-men In Peace-time, Or By The Homicidal Passion Of These Same When War Breaks Out.

The Whole Business Of Your Life Overwhelms You When You Live Alone. One's Stupefied By It. To Get Rid Of It You Try To Daub Some Of It Off On To People Who Come To See You, And They Hate That. To Be Alone Trains One For Death.

The Biggest Defeat In Every Department Of Life Is To Forget, Especially The Things That Have Done You In, And To Die Without Realizing How Far People Can Go In The Way Of Crumminess. When The Grave Lies Open Before Us, Let's Not Try To Be Witty, But Record The Worst Of Human Viciousness We've Seen Without Changing One Word. When That's Done, We Can Curl Up Our Toes And Sink Into The Pit. That's Work Enough For A Lifetime.

There's No Tyrant Like A Brain.

Chin Up, Ferdinand," I Kept Saying To Myself, To Keep Up My Courage. "what With Being Chucked Out Of Everywhere, You're Sure To Find Whatever It Is That Scares All Those Bastards So. It Must Be At The End Of The Night, And That's Why They're So Dead Set Against Going To The End Of The Night.