It's A Man's World, And You Men

There Has Been A Marvelous Joyous Carnival Of Mourning For Edith Piaf And Jean Coctaeau, And It Was Real! They Died As They Had Lived, With Style And Grace And Their Proper Eccentricity; And Paris Loves Anybody Who Can Live Anarchically And Be Delightful Entertainment At The Same Time. So Do I.

Evil Is Dull, That Is The Worst Of It.

Marriage Is A Public Declaration Of A Man And A Woman That They Have Formed A Secret Alliance, With The Intention To Belong To, And Share With Each Other, A Mystical Estate; Mystical Exactly In The Sense That The Real Experience Cannot Be Communicated To Others, Nor Explained Even To Oneself On Rational Grounds.

If You Are Required To Kill Someone Today, On The Promise Of A Political Leader That Someone Else Shall Live In Peace Tomorrow, Believe Me, You Are Not Only A Double Murderer, You Are A Suicide, Too.

[on Gertrude Stein's Making Of Americans:] I Doubt If All The People Who Should Read It Will Read It For A Great While Yet, For It Is In Such A Limited Edition, And Reading It Is Anyhow A Sort Of Permanent Occupation.