We Can Talk Frankly About Our Defects

We Don't Go To School To Learn, But To Be Soaked In The Prejudices Of Our Class, Without Which We Should Be Useless And Unhappy.

The Need To Express Oneself In Writing Springs From A Mal-adjustment To Life, Or From An Inner Conflict Which The Adolescent (or The Grown Man) Cannot Resolve In Action. Those To Whom Action Comes As Easily As Breathing Rarely Feel The Need To Break Loose From The Real, To Rise Above, And Describe It... I Do Not Mean That It Is Enough To Be Maladjusted To Become A Great Writer, But Writing Is, For Some, A Method Of Resolving A Conflict, Provided They Have The Necessary Talent.

Happiness Is Never There To Stay [...] Happiness Is Merely A Respite Offered By Inquietude.

Medicine Is A Very Old Joke, But It Still Goes On.

Our Minds Have Unbelievable Power Over Our Bodies.