“The worst illiterate is the political illiterate. He hears nothing, sees nothing, takes no part in political life. He doesn’t seem to know that the cost of living, the price of beans, of flour, of rent, of medicines all depend on political decisions.”

The fate of man is man.

The right to happiness is fundamental; men live so little time and die alone.

The rain Never falls upwards. When the wound Stops hurting What hurts is The scar.

Why be a man when you can be a success?

I don’t like where I’m going and I don’t like where I’ve been. Why am I in a hurry?

Oh! Moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We’ve lost our good old mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why!

It’s all right to hesitate if you then go ahead.

One forgets too easily the difference between a man and his image, and that there is none between the sound of his voice on the screen and in real life.

Though the rich of this earth find no difficulty in creating misery, they can’t bear to see it.

Great sport begins at a point where it has ceased to be healthy.

Who has good luck is good, Who has bad luck is bad.

I opened the man’s skull and messed about with his brains. I saw how they patched fellows up, so as to cart them back to the Front as quickly as they could.

Spring is noticed, if at all By people sitting in railway trains.

Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are.

The shrill voices of those who give orders Are full of fear like the squeakings of Piglets awaiting the butcher’s knife, as their fat arses Sweat with anxiety in their office chairs…. Fear rules not only those who are ruled, but The rulers too.

When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.