Symmetry Is For God, Not For Us.

Fascism Is Fundamentally And At Bottom An Aesthetic Conception, And . . . It Is Your Function As Creators Of Beautiful Things To Portray With The Greatest Efficacy The Sublime Beauty And Inevitable Reality Of The Fascist Ideal.

I Know You Have Not Thought About It. Italians Always Act Without Thinking, It's The Glory And The Downfall Of Your Civilisation. A German Plans A Month In Advance What His Bowel Movements Will Be At Easter, And The British Plan Everything In Retrospect, So It Always Looks As Though Everything Occurred As They Intended. The French Plan Everything Whilst Appearing To Be Having A Party, And The Spanish...well, God Knows. Anyway, Pelagia Is Greek, That's My Point.

When You Fall In Love, It Is A Temporary Madness. It Erupts Like An Earthquake, And Then It Subsides. And When It Subsides, You Have To Make A Decision. You Have To Work Out Whether Your Roots Are Become So Entwined Together That It Is Inconceivable That You Should Ever Part.

Love Is A Kind Of Dementia With Very Precise And Oft-repeated Clinical Symptoms. You Blush In Each Other's Presence, You Both Hover In Places Where You Expect The Other To Pass, You Are Both A Little Tongue-tied, You Both Laugh Inexplicably And Too Long, You Become Quite Nauseatingly Girlish, And He Becomes Quite Ridiculously Gallant. You Have Also Grown A Little Stupid.

The Trouble With Fulfilling Your Ambitions Is You Think You Will Be Transformed Into Some Sort Of Archangel And You're Not. You Still Have To Wash Your Socks.