So we see that even when Fortuna spins us downward, the wheel sometimes halts for a moment and we find ourselves in a good, small cycle within a larg….

When Fortuna spins you downward, go out to a movie and get more out of life..

Oh, Fortuna, blind, heedless goddess, I am strapped to your wheel,' Ignatius belched, 'Do not crush me beneath your spokes. Raise me on high, divinit….

Stop!' I cried imploringly to my god-like mind..

I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving l….

employers sense in me a denial of their values...they fear me. i suspect that they can see that i am forced to function in a century which i loathe..

The only problem that those people have anyway is that they don't like new cars and hair sprays. That's why they are put away. They make the other me….

you can always tell employees of the government by the total vacancy which occupies the space where most other people have faces..

The day before me is fraught with God knows what horrors..

Having once been so high, humanity fell so low. What had once been dedicated to the soul was now dedicated to the sale..

A firm rule must be imposed upon our nation before it destroys itself. The United States needs some theology and geometry, some taste and decency. I ….

Jail was preferable. There they only limited you physically. In a mental ward they tampered with your soul and worldview and mind..

You could tell by the way he talked, though, that he had gone to school a long time. That was probably what was wrong with him..

I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional chees….

with the breakdown of the medieval system, the gods of chaos, lunacy, and bad taste gained ascendancy..

It smells terrible in here.' Well, what do you expect? The human body, when confined, produces certain odors which we tend to forget in this age of d….

I refuse to "look up." Optimism nauseates me. It is perverse. Since man's fall, his proper position in the universe has been one of misery..

The only excursion of my life outside of New Orleans took me through the vortex to the whirlpool of despair: Baton Rouge. . . . New Orleans is, on th….

I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one..

Apparently I lack some particular perversion which today's employer is seeking..

...I doubt very seriously whether anyone will hire me.' What do you mean, babe? You a fine boy with a good education.' Employers sense in me a denial….