The average is that which no person quite ever is.
You are precisely as big as what you love and precisely as small as what you allow to annoy you.
Animals outline their territories with their excretions, humans outline their territories by ink excretions on paper.
Most people live in a myth and grow violently angry if anyone dares to tell them the truth about themselves.
Most of our ancestors were not perfect ladies and gentlemen. The majority of them weren't even mammals.
I'm not an anarchist any longer, because I've concluded that anarchism is an impractical ideal.
The longer one is alone, the easier it is to hear the song of the earth.
History, sociology, economics, psychology et al. confirmed Joyce's view of Everyman as victim.
My goal is to try to get people into a state of generalized agnosticism, not about God alone, but agnosticism about everything.
Only the madman is absolutely sure.
The abandoned infant's cry is rage, not fear.