Comedians Are The Nearest To Suicide.

Perhaps Our Only Sickness Is To Desire A Truth Which We Cannot Bear Rather Than To Rest Content With The Fictions We Manufacture Out Of Each Other.

History Is An Endless Repetition Of The Wrong Way Of Living.

Everyone Loathes His Own Country And Countrymen If He Is Any Sort Of Artist.

To Write A Poem Is Like Trying To Catch A Lizard Without Its Tail Falling Off.

Journeys, Like Artists, Are Born And Not Made. A Thousand Differing Circumstances Contribute To Them, Few Of Them Willed Or Determined By The Will-whatever We May Think.