Where the bee sucks, there suck I . . .
Truth stimulates nothing, it’s the lies that give us comfort.
In the aftermath of the struggle for supremacy, nothing ever remains that’s worth dominating.
There was a time when Beirut was as romantically evocative as Paris.
There can be no daily democracy without daily citizenship.
Who actually gives a fuck? No, really, who? Ask yourself.
“All the world over, I will back the masses against the classes.” William Ewart Gladstone
The finest words are no more than hot air when they are employed to deceive . . .
When is a thing something or nothing?
They consume, pick their sandstone teeth with the bones of human endeavour . . .