Prophets are often profitable but never prophetable.
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Religion and Fascism are constantly being retrieved from the dustbin by people who know they can make good use of them.
Life is an exam paper with a series of questions. For some people the questions get easier towards the end, for others harder. You have to mark your own paper, there is no examiner. Pass mark is 50%, and no-one has ever scored 100%. Good luck.
For the anxiety sufferer, a timetable or schedule, the stuff of everyday life in the workplace, therefore become the stuff of nightmares.
Anxiety means that every action you need to take during the day is either a concern or a challenge.
I used to enjoy watching the Passing Parade. Now I dread watching the Passing Out and the Passing On.
Throughout history, all over the world, the ruling classes have always been the same kind of people. Hell, they’re usually the SAME people.
My grandfather’s fob watch, a present from his father, ticked away all the years and events of the first half of the twentieth century – marriages and births and deaths and wars and emigration and illness and disappointment and much joy. But since he died, in 1953, of a horrible illness, a young man of 62, the watch has sat, silent and still, as 65 years of his grandson’s marriage and births and deaths and displacement and illness and disappointment and much joy has washed over it.
Is this symptom I have an illness masquerading as an anxiety attack, or an anxiety attack masquerading as an illness?