Fail, Fail Again, Fail Better.

The Tears Of The World Are A Constant Quantity. For Each One Who Begins To Weep, Somewhere Else Another Stops. The Same Is True Of The Laugh.

The Pendulum Oscillates Between These Two Terms: Suffering-that Opens A Window On The Real And Is The Main Condition Of The Artistic Experience, And Boredom ... That Must Be Considered As The Most Tolerable Because The Most Durable Of Human Evils.

James Joyce: His Writing Is Not About Something. It Is The Thing Itself.

I Shall State Silences More Competently Than Ever A Better Man Spangled The Butterflies Of Vertigo.

The Only Thing You Must Never Speak Of Is Your Happiness.