Clarity Is The Politeness Of The Man

Wrinkles Are Engraved Smiles.

The Story I Am Writing Exists, Written In Absolutely Perfect Fashion, Some Place, In The Air. All I Must Do Is Find It, And Copy It.

Our Dream Dashes Itself Against The Great Mystery Like A Wasp Against A Window Pane. Less Merciful Than Man, God Never Opens The Window.

When The Defects Of Others Are Perceived With So Much Clarity, It Is Because One Possesses Them Oneself.

It Astounds Us To Come Upon Other Egoists, As Though We Alone Had The Right To Be Selfish, And To Be Filled With Eagerness To Live.