One may not reach the dawn save by the path of the night.
It strikes me as very strange that whereas Tennyson could support most of Mr. Buckley’s propositions about free trade, and the private sector, and private enterprise, Tennyson found no difficulty also in lending intellectual support to the idea of Women’s Liberation.
Perhaps catastrophe is the natural human environment, and even though we spend a good deal of energy trying to get away from it, we are programmed for survival amid catastrophe.
Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.
Women have very little idea of how much men hate them.
Revolution is the festival of the oppressed.
Psychoanalysis is the confession without absolution.
Human beings have an inalienable right to invent themselves; when that right is pre-empted it is called brain-washing.
Only one thing is certain: if pot is legalized, it won’t be for our benefit but for the authorities. To have it legalized will also be to lose control of it.
Australia is a huge rest home, where no unwelcome news is ever wafted on to the pages of the worst newspapers in the world.