I Finally Know What Distinguishes Man From

If I Had My Life To Live Over Again, I Would Ask That Not A Thing Be Changed, But That My Eyes Be Opened Wider.

When I Think Of All The Books Still Left For Me To Read, I Am Certain Of Further Happiness.

Dreaming Is To Think By Moonlight By The Light Of An Inner Moon.

I Have No Religion,’ Says Borneau, ‘but I Respect The Religion Of Others. Religion Is Sacred.’ Why This Privilege, This Immunity?... A Believer Creates God In His Own Image; If He Is Ugly, His God Will Be Morally Ugly. Why Should Moral Ugliness Be Respectable?

The Story I Am Writing Exists, Written In Absolutely Perfect Fashion, Some Place, In The Air. All I Must Do Is Find It, And Copy It.