The uncomfortable truth is that the majority of women are going to have high degrees of friction and projection when you meet them. With most of the women you meet, things are simply not going to work no matter what you do or say. This is to be expected. And this is fine. You are going to be incompatible with most of the women in the world and to hold any hopes of being highly compatible with most is an illusion of grandeur and a figment of your own narcissistic tendency.

Your not reliable. You wouldn't be at all a comfortable sort of person to live with.

Gentlemen of the human race, I say to hell with the lot of you.

If you try to please everyone you'll please no one.

If you are unaware that the world is teeming with ineptitude from the beginning, you will develop a bitter countenance, and in turn others will eschew you.

The trouble with your ideals is that if you live up to all of them, you become impossible to live with.

Surrounding yourself with sycophants and bootlickers is the surest route to failure.

For nonconformity the world will whip you with its displeasure.

As long as you're being a copycat, you will never be the best copycat.

To hell with you and your poetry — You will rot and be blown
through the next solar system
with the rest of the gases —

Whatever you may be sure of, be sure of this, that you are dreadfully like other people.

Of course, everyone is intolerant of something or someone.

If you try it,” Whip said, “you’ll be thrown out on your inalienable ass.

I will raise up prophets to make conflicting pronouncements that inevitably will be garbled in transcription, resulting in mutually exclusive definitions of orthodoxy from which the open-minded will flee in dismay.