Are Not Beauty And Delicacy The Same?

Belfastas Uncivilised As Ever--savage Black Mothers In Houses Of Dark Red Brick, Friendly Manufacturers Too Drunk To Entertain You When You Arrive. It Amuses Me Till I Get Tired.

The Advance Of Regret Can Be So Gradual That It Is Impossible To Say "yesterday I Was Happy, Today I Am Not.

The People I Respect Most Behave As If They Were Immortal And As If Society Was Eternal.

The Work Of Art Assumes The Existence Of The Perfect Spectator, And Is Indifferent To The Fact That No Such Person Exists.

If God Could Tell The Story Of The Universe, The Universe Would Become Fictitious.