The split in you is clear. There is a part of you that knows what it shoulddo, and a part that does what it feels like doing.

A man sits as many risks as he runs.

The tormentof human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that theself is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangled mind’ leaking away in lonely,wasteful self-conflict.

Thereis all the difference in the world between having something to say and havingto say something.

Whenpeople say women can’t be trusted because they cycle every month, myresponse is that men cycle every day, so they should only be allowed tonegotiate peace treaties in the evening.

The mostdramatic conflicts are perhaps, those that take place not between men butbetween a man and himself where the arena of conflict is a solitary mind.

The good things of life are not to be had singly, but come to us with a mixture; like a school boy's holiday, with a task affixed to the tail of it.

Children are like wet cement. Whatever falls on them makes an impression.

Nature gave women too much power; the law gives them too little.

Knowingthat everything's futile but still fighting, still raging against the dying ofthe light that's what motivates me all the time ... If you hold that sense offutility in your head for too long, it can begin to eat into you. You canstill be aware of it

A miserand a liar bargain quickly.

Every man is entitled to be valued by his best moment