Sometimes In Conversation The Sound Of Our

The So-called Paradoxes Of An Author, To Which A Reader Takes Exception, Often Exist Not In The Author's Book At All, But Rather In The Reader's Head.

There Exists No More Repulsive And Desolate Creature In The World Than The Man Who Has Evaded His Genius And Who Now Looks Furtively To Left And Right, Behind Him And All About Him. ... He Is Wholly Exterior, Without Kernel, A Tattered, Painted Bag Of Clothes.

The Most Serious Parody I Have Ever Heard Was This: In The Beginning Was Nonsense, And The Nonsense Was With God, And The Nonsense Was God.

Every Man In Creating The Beautiful Appearance Of The Dream Worlds Is A Perfect Artist.

The Most Unequivocal Sign Of Contempt For Man Is To Regard Everybody Merely As A Means To One's Own Ends, Or Of No Account Whatever.