Some of us were brought into this troubled world primarily or only to increase our fathers’ chances of not being left by our mothers, or vice versa.

A humanitarian seldom makes a good lover. For a lover’s world revolves around their lover, while a humanitarian’s world revolves around the world.

The world would be a better place if even a fraction of us became the kinds of people we have deceived others into believing we are.

The last time everyone loved or at least liked everyone was when the world had a population of about 4.