An Oasis Of Horror In A Desert

Inspiration Comes Of Working Every Day.

Life Is A Hospital In Which Every Patient Is Possessed By A Desire To Change His Bed.

To Be Away From Home And Yet To Feel Oneself Everywhere At Home; To See The World, To Be At The Centre Of The World, And Yet To Remain Hidden From The World—impartial Natures Which The Tongue Can But Clumsily Define. The Spectator Is A Prince Who Everywhere Rejoices In His Incognito.

It Is The Pleasure Of Astonishing Others, And The Proud Satisfaction Of Never Being Astonished By Them.

The Immense Profundity Of Thought In Vulgar Locutions, Like Holes Dug By Generations Of Ants.