People are masks, with masks under those masks, and masks under those, and down you
Pain is strong, aye - but friends' eyes, more strong. -Autua
Our brains are dark globes lit by very distant stars.
Only professional diplomats, inveterate idiots and women view diplomacy as a long-term substitute for war.
Old Father Timothy offers this advice to his younger readers, included for free in the price of this memoir: conduct your life in such a way that, when you train breaks down in the eve of you years, y...
Nothing often poses in men as wisdom.
Nothing exists that cannot be synthesised.
Mis'ry'n'barrassment are hungersome for blame
Look around. Walk. Find a cheap bed. Eat what the locals eat. Find a cheap beer. Try not to get fleeced. Talk. Pick up a few words in the local lingo. Just BE there, y'know? Sometimes, Brubeck bites i...
Life is a terminal illness.
It is a cycle as old as tribalism. In the beginning there is ignorance. Ignorance engenders fear. Fear engenders hatred, and hatred engenders violence. Violence breeds further violence until the only...
Is peace of mind the co-workability of your laws?
In the next room a freckly girl Julia's age sat in a wheelchair. One of her legs wasn't there. She'd probably love to have my stammer if she could have her leg back, and I wondered if being happy's ab...
In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human species, selfishness is extinction. Is this the doom written within our nature? If we believe that humanity may transcend tooth & claw, i...
Implausible truth can serve one better than plausible fiction
If life didn’t change, it wouldn’t be life, it’d be a photograph.
I...asked why purebloods despised me so. He replied, 'What if the difference between social strata stem not from genomics or inherent xcellence or even dollars, but merely differences in knowledge? Wo...
I'm shoutin' back more'n forty long years at myself, yay,...Oy, list'n! Times are you're weak 'gainst the world! Times are you can't do nothin'! That ain't your fault, it's this busted world's fault i...
I wonder what happened to him, I wonder what happened to all of them, this wondering is the nature of matter, each of us a loose particle, an infinity of paths through the park, probable ones, improba...
I wonder if Anchorite means anchorman, or if it’s a Kiwi-ism or a rifle club–ism. Cambridge is full of insiders’ words to keep outsiders out.