A Man’s Dying Is More The Survivors’

He Who Loves The More Is The Inferior And Must Suffer.

It Is Remarkable How A Man Cannot Summarize His Thoughts In Even The Most General Sort Of Way Without Betraying Himself Completely, Without Putting His Whole Self Into It, Quite Unawares, Presenting As If In Allegory The Basic Themes And Problems Of His Life.

Solitude Gives Birth To The Original In Us, To Beauty Unfamiliar And Perilous - To Poetry. But Also, It Gives Birth To The Opposite: To The Perverse, The Illicit, The Absurd.

We Do Not Fear Being Called Meticulous, Inclining As We Do To The View That Only The Exhaustive Can Be Truly Interesting.

For To Be Poised Against Fatality, To Meet Adverse Conditions Gracefully, Is More Than Simple Endurance; It Is An Act Of Aggression, A Positive Triumph.