An Unshared Happiness Is Not Happiness.

We Must Discover Security Within Ourselves.

They Don't Ask Much Of You. They Only Want You To Hate The Things You Love And To Love The Things You Despise.

He Realised, More Vividly Than Ever Before, That Art Had Two Constant, Two Unending Preoccupations: It Is Always Meditating Upon Death And It Is Always Thereby Creating Life.

But What Are Pity, Conscience, Or Fear To The Brazen Pair, Compared With The Living Sorcery Of Their Hot Embraces?

Literature Is The Art Of Discovering Something Extraordinary About Ordinary People, And Saying With Ordinary Words Something Extraordinary.