Healey’s First Law Of Holes: When in one, stop digging.

Patronage of NegationI am constantly confronted by other people’s worksThat I could have created myself.And I am constantly disappointed by them.Sadly, I have to recognize themFor what they are: inferior versionsOf what I could have...

Here you can easily understand the futility of ambitions and achievements, futility of success and failures, futility of wealth and possessions.

…futility is being sorry while doing nothing to remove the cause …

The more idealism proves futile, the more I respect idealists.

A Cathedral Façade at MidnightAlong the sculptures of the western wallI watched the moonlight creeping:It moved as if it hardly moved at allInch by inch thinly peepingRound on the pious figures of freestone, broughtAnd poised...

Ah! how little knowledge does a man acquire in his life. He gathers it up like water, but like water it runs between his fingers, and yet, if his hands be but wet as though...

My Sadness is Deeper than YoursMy sadness is deeper than yours. My interior life is richer than yours. I am more interesting than you. I don’t care about anybody else’s problems. They are not as...

What an odd creature you are, Bernard, with your constant fear of death! Do you never have a feeling, as I do, of utter futility? No? Doesn’t it occur to you that the sort of...

Once, I remember, we came upon a man-of-war anchored off the coast. There wasn’t even a shed there, and she was shelling the bush. It appears the French had one of their wars going on...

You can bail water 24/7, and no matter how good you are at not sinking, you still have a hole in your boat.

Life … is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.

Time after time have nations, ay, and rich and strong nations, learned in the arts, been, and passed away to be forgotten, so that no memory of them remains. This is but one of several;...

Don’t be carried away by beauty, for the faeces also stays in the rectum of ravishing faces, and their private life is not beautiful as their public life…fear beauty!

After we’re feasted down to white sticks and it’s all covered in lions and trees and whatever the monkeys become prod the ground with a toe, staring down with glittering eyes at the guts of...

I threw bitter tears at the ocean, but all that came back was the tide.