As Long As There Is Still One

Writers Are Really People Who Write Books Not Because They Are Poor, But Because They Are Dissatisfied With The Books Which They Could Buy But Do Not Like.

Each Morning The Day Lies Like A Fresh Shirt On Our Bed; This Incomparably Fine, Incomparably Tightly Woven Tissue Of Pure Prediction Fits Us Perfectly. The Happiness Of The Next Twenty-four Hours Depends On Our Ability, On Waking, To Pick It Up.

It Is Precisely The Purpose Of The Public Opinion Generated By The Press To Make The Public Incapable Of Judging, To Insinuate Into It The Attitude Of Someone Irresponsible, Uninformed.

Gifts Must Affect The Receiver To The Point Of Shock.

Let No Thought Pass Incognito, And Keep Your Notebook As Strictly As The Authorities Keep Their Register Of Aliens.