There Are More Things To Admire In

... Habit Starts At The Second Crime. At The First One, Something Is Ending.

Maman Died Today. Or Yesterday Maybe, I Don't Know. I Got A Telegram From The Home: 'mother Deceased. Funeral Tomorrow. Faithfully Yours.' That Doesn't Mean Anything. Maybe It Was Yesterday.

Gilbert Jonas, Painter, Believed In His Star.... His Own Faith Was Not, However, Without Its Virtues Because It Consisted In Admitting, In Some Obscure Way, That He Would Obtain Many Things Without Deserving Them.

To Live Is In Itself A Value Judgment. To Breathe Is To Judge.

Nothing In Life Is Worth, Turning Your Back On, If You Love It.