By All Evidence We Are In The

A Sensation Must Have Fallen Very Low To Deign To Turn Into An Idea.

Each Concession We Make Is Accompanied By An Inner Diminution Of Which We Are Not Immediately Conscious.

The Wise Man, The Sage, Is Hostile To The New. Disabused, He Abdicates: That Is His Form Of Protest.

There Is Not Much Difference Between A Mortal Man And A Dying Man. The Absurdity Of Making Plans Is Only Slightly More Obvious In The Second Case.

My Enthusiasms...constitute My Reserves, My Unexploited Resources, Perhaps My Future.