“A party is like a sausage machine, it grinds up all sorts of heads together into the same baloney ...”

“I warn you that when the princes of this world start loving you it means they are going to grind you up into battle sausage.”

“There was a pleasant party of barge people round the fire. You might not have thought it pleasant, but they did; for they were all friends or acquaintances, and they liked the same sort of things, and talked the same sort of talk. This is the real secret of pleasant society.”

“Litigation – A machine which you go into as a pig and come out of as a sausage.”

“I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful hault, 'won't go,' or, even worse, explodes in some innocent person's face.”

“The machine will grind you down, but the machine is not bigger than the imagination. Rome fell in a day. We know this.”