Human Affairs Are Not Serious, But They

Freedom Is Not Choosing; That Is Merely The Move That We Make When All Is Already Lost. Freedom Is Knowing And Understanding And Respecting Things Quite Other Than Ourselves.

Art Is The Final Cunning Of The Human Soul Which Would Rather Do Anything Than Face The Gods.

A Letter Is A Barrier, A Reprieve, A Charm Against The World, An Almost Infallible Method Of Acting At A Distance.

One Doesn't Have To Get Anywhere In A Marriage. It's Not A Public Conveyance.

Art Is Not Cozy And It Is Not Mocked. Art Tells The Only Truth That Ultimately Matters. It Is The Light By Which Human Things Can Be Mended. And After Art There Is, Let Me Assure You All, Nothing.