The Bourgeois Are Other People.

Love Is Like An Hourglass, With The Heart Filling Up As The Brain Empties.

How Describe The Delicate Thing That Happens When A Brilliant Insect Alights On A Flower? Words, With Their Weight, Fall Upon The Picture Like Birds Of Prey.

Man Who Waits For Roast Duck To Fly Into Mouth Must Wait Very, Very Long Time.

You Can Recover From The Writing Malady Only By Falling Mortally Ill And Dying.

It Astounds Us To Come Upon Other Egoists, As Though We Alone Had The Right To Be Selfish, And To Be Filled With Eagerness To Live.