I feel like I represent normalcy in some way.
Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.
Before the Second World War I believed in the perfectibility of social man; that a correct structure of society would produce goodwill; and that therefore you could remove all social ills by a reorganisation of society. . . . . but after the war I did not because I was unable to. I had discovered what one man could do to another. . . I must say that anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head. . .
We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
I will tell you what man is. He is a freak, an ejected foetus robbed of his natural development, thrown out into the world with a naked covering of parchment, with too little room for his teeth and a soft bulging skull like a bubble. But nature stirs a pudding there.
What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
Could've come like a mighty storm. With all the strength of a hurricane. You could've come like a forest fire with the power of Heaven in Your flame. But You came like a winter snow, quiet and soft and slow. Falling from the sky in the night to the earth below.
Find more pleasure in intelligent dissent than in passive agreement, for, if you value intelligence as you should, the former implies a deeper agreement than the latter.
I am going to keep my mind (well, what's left of it) occupied by doing (and I never thought the day would come when I would say this) my homework.
When a library is open, no matter its size or shape, democracy is open, too.