Doubt, If You Will, The Being Who

I Cannot Help It - In Spite Of Myself, Infinity Torments Me.

The Most Despairing Songs Are The Most Beautiful, And I Know Some Immortal Ones That Are Pure Tears.

Perfection Does Not Exist; To Understand It Is The Triumph Of Human Intelligence; To Expect To Possess It Is The Most Dangerous Kind Of Madness.

If Love Is A Play, This Play, As Old As The World, Fiasco Or Not, It Is, All In All, The Least Bad Thing That Has So Far Been Found. The Roles Are Trite, I Admit, But If The Play Had No Value The Whole Universe Wouldn’t Know It By Heart

A Happy Memory Is Perhaps On This Earth Truer Than Happiness Itself.