I live in the Managerial Age, in a world of "Admin." The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid "dens of crime" that Dickens loved to paint. It is not done even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it is conceived and ordered (moved, seconded, carried, and minuted) in clean, carpeted, warmed and well-lighted offices, by quiet men with white collars and cut fingernails and smooth-shaven cheeks who do not need to raise their voices. Hence, naturally enough, my symbol for Hell is something like the bureaucracy of a police state or the office of a thoroughly nasty business con

I know, at the time it was an imperfect solution in an imperfect world.

There is grace for survival in any situation.

May you find the grace of triumph in any situation.

Sometimes I think if we didn__ have these problems the whole world would stop spinning on her axis, we__ all stop spinning on our axises, axes, or whatever you want to call them, and then we__ have to settle into the nasty business of finding a way to be happy.

Sometimes, the only way to solve your problems in life, the only way to conquer your fears, is if you face them. If you face your problems, they just flee. But if you flee instead, run away from them, they only get bigger, and they can totally destroy you.