The Public School, he had long ago decided, was neurotic. It wanted a world in which nothing new came about, in which there were no surprises. And that was the world of the compulsive-obsessive neurotic; it was not a healthy world at all.
I’m not much but I’m all I have.
Everything wears out eventually; nothing is permanent. Change is the one constant of life.
A man driven by rage may stumble, in his passion, onto truth.