Behind Their Dark Glass, The Mad Own

On The Whole, I Think You Should Write Biographies Of Those You Admire And Respect, And Novels About Human Beings Who You Think Are Sadly Mistaken.

Helping Other People Is A Drug So Dangerous That There Is No Cure Short Of Total Abstention.

I Have Remained True To My Deepest Convictions. I Mean The Courage Of Those Who Are Born To Be Defeated, The Weaknesses Of The Strong, And The Tragedy Of Misunderstandings And Missed Opportunities, Which I Have Done My Best To Treat As Comedy—for Otherwise How Can We Manage To Bear It?

The Body, Then, Has A Mind Of Its Own. It Must Follow, Then, That The Mind Has A Body Of Its Own, Even If It’s Like Nothing That We Can See Around Us, Or Have Ever Seen.

Behind Their Dark Glass, The Mad Own Nothing.