Once In The Midst Of A Seemingly

The Only Deep Emotion I Occasionally Felt In These Affairs Was Gratitude, When All Was Going Well And I Was Left, Not Only Peace, But Freedom To Come And Go--never Kinder And Gayer With One Woman Than When I Had Just Left Another's Bed, As If I Extended To All Others The Debt I Had Just Contracted Toward One Of Them.

More And More, Revolution Has Found Itself Delivered Into The Hands Of Its Bureaucrats And Doctrinaires On The One Hand, And To The Enfeebled And Bewildered Masses On The Other.

Happiness And The Absurd Are Two Sons Of The Same Earth. They Are Inseparable.

Always Go Too Far, Because That's Where You'll Find The Truth

The Purpose Of A Writer Is To Keep Civilization From Destroying Itself.