Death Is Just Infinity Closing In.

I Never Reread What I've Written. I'm Far Too Afraid To Feel Ashamed Of What I've Done.

There Is No Intellectual Exercise Which Is Not Ultimately Useless.

The Future Has No Other Reality Than As Present Hope, And The Past Is No More Than Present Memory.

I Have Sometimes Suspected That The Only Thing That Holds No Mystery Is Happiness, Because It Is Its Own Justification.

It Seemed Incredible To Me That Day Without Premonitions Or Symbols Should Be The One Of My Inexorable Death .