The More One Is Hated, I Find,

The Beginning Of Genius Is Being Scared Shitless.

My Trouble Is Insomnia. If I Had Always Slept Properly, I'd Never Have Written A Line.

The Plain Truth, I May As Well Admit It, Is That I've Never Been Really Right In The Head.

You Can Lose Your Way Groping Among The Shadows Of The Past.

For The Poor Of This World, Two Major Ways Of Expiring Are Available: Either By The Absolute Indifference Of Your Fellow-men In Peace-time, Or By The Homicidal Passion Of These Same When War Breaks Out.