I Like Prefaces. I Read Them. Sometimes

To Say Nothing Of What You Lose, Lose, Lose, Are Losing, Man. You Fool, You Stupid Fool ... You've Even Been Insulated From The Responsibility Of Genuine Suffering ... Even The Suffering You Do Endure Is Largely Unnecessary. Actually Spurious. It Lacks The Very Basis You Require Of It For Its Tragic Nature. You Deceive Yourself.

How Alike Are The Groans Of Love To Those Of The Dying.

Good God, If Our Civilization Were To Sober Up For A Couple Of Days It'd Die Of Remorse On The Third.

Muzzle A Dog And He Will Bark Out Of The Other End.

Fear Ringed By Doubt Is My Eternal Moon.