We Love Only What We Do Not

I Have A Horror Of Sunsets; They're So Romantic, So Operatic.

An Hour Is Not Merely An Hour, It Is A Vase Full Of Scents And Sounds And Projects And Climates.

We Are All Of Us Obliged, If We Are To Make Reality Endurable, To Nurse A Few Little Follies In Ourselves.

People Can Have Many Different Kinds Of Pleasure. The Real One Is That For Which They Will Forsake The Others.

The True Paradises Are The Paradises That We Have Lost.