Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.
Category Archive: September 7
From the Olympian heights of an executive suite, in an atmosphere where your success is judged by the extent to which you can maximise profits, the overwhelming tendency must be to see people as units of production, as indices in your accountants’ books.
I wish the government would put a tax on pianos for the incompetent.
The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.
I am an unpopular electric eel in a pool of catfish.
One can tell or do whatever one wants when one is in the Opposition but once one is running a state, one cannot do that.
The trouble with most Englishwomen is that they will dress as if they had been a mouse in a previous incarnation they do not want to attract attention.
I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty… but I am too busy thinking about myself.
A rat race is for rats. We’re not rats. We’re human beings. Reject the insidious pressures in society that would blunt your critical faculties to all that is happening around you, that would caution silence in the face of injustice lest you jeopardise your chances of promotion and self-advancement.