Who Invented The Human Heart, I Wonder?

Guilt Always Hurries Towards Its Complement, Punishment: Only There Does Its Satisfaction Lie.

No One Can Go On Being A Rebel Too Long Without Turning Into An Autocrat.

The Heaviest Impact Of The Work Of Art Is In The Guts. Art Does Not Reason. It Manhandles You And Changes You.

It’s Only With Great Vulgarity That You Can Achieve Real Refinement, Only Out Of Bawdry That You Can Get Tenderness.

I Am Just A Refugee From The Long Slow Toothache Of English Life. It Is Terrible To Love Life So Much You Can Hardly Breathe!