The Great American Novel Has Not Only

The Important Thing Was To Love Rather Than To Be Loved.

The Essence Of The Beautiful Is Unity In Variety.

I [death] Was Astonished To See Him In Baghdad, For I Had An Appointment With Him Tonight In Samarra.

Women Are Constantly Trying To Commit Suicide For Love, But Generally They Take Care Not To Succeed.

I Can Only Guess That It Made The World He Went Back To...strangely Without Meaning. Though He Lived In It, Though He Even Enjoyed It, It Remained Utterly Remote. I Think It Had Lost Sense For Him. In His Heart Was The Reflection Of A Lovely Dream That He Could Never Quite Recall.