Why is it that married people always say “Come in” when everything they do says “Get out”? They talk about their miseries and then ask you why you’re unmarried.
You have a faculty for defining the simplest in terms of the grandiose, so that a poor devil like me can’t understand it.
Well, aren’t you just saying it’s better to be neurotic, sensitive, and miserable than unimaginative, adjusted and content? Is it really better?
With sociology one can do anything and call it work.
English history is all about men liking their fathers, and American history is all about men hating their fathers and trying to burn down everything they ever did.
The English are polite by telling lies. The Americans are polite by telling the truth.
My experience of ships is that on them one makes an interesting discovery about the world. One finds one can do without it completely.
Here we have a saying: a good friend is someone who visits you when you are in prison. But a really good friend is someone who comes to hear your lectures.