social-criticism

A social critic is someone whose work revolves around where and how our successes are failing us.

...what is the use of making everybody rich if the rich themselves are miserable?

No single bad person regards themselves as a bad person.

The pleasure or the benefit that the object of our deed derives from it is every now and then greater or even more important than the one we derive from the deed.

The only thing I hate about good people is that they like making their being good people bad people__ problem.

To label someone as selfless is symptomatic of having bought the preposterous claim that a human being can have great concern for other human beings and little concern for themselves, or that, when taken to extremes, a human being can have great concern for other human beings and absolutely no concern for themselves.

Every single good person is a good person for their own sake, not for the sake of humanity, not even for the sake of another human being.

It is humanly impossible to be selfless. As a matter of fact, human beings are inherently selfish.

Females and boys are the only creatures that propose others for friendship. As for the rest of us, friendship sort of just happens.

Some of our friends are our friends only because we used to be friends.

In some rare cases, a friendship between two people benefits both of them, and what__ more, in some rarer cases, it benefits both of them equally.

Technically, you cannot really own a book you bought; you can only own the sheets of paper your copy is printed on; unless, of course, you are the book__ publisher.

*Prostitution* is a euphemism for rape incidents that the victim and the economy profits from.

In some cases, it is the woman__ stomach__ot her heart__hat has left her man for another.

In many cases, it was the woman__ stomach__ot her heart__hat fell for her man.

We are, or rather our natural desire to evade pain and to attain pleasure is, the primary reason we do or say every single thing we do or say.

Indeed, bribery, favoritism, and corruption in a great variety of forms were rampant not only in politics, but in all levels of society.

Ah, Sir, a novel is a mirror carried along a high road. At one moment it reflects to your vision the azure skies, at another the mire of the puddles at your feet. And the man who carries this mirror in his pack will be accused by you of being immoral! His mirror shews the mire, and you blame the mirror! Rather blame that high road upon which the puddle lies, still more the inspector of roads who allows the water to gather and the puddle to form.