By Revolution We Become More Ourselves, Not

If There Really Is Such A Thing As Turning In One's Grave, Shakespeare Must Get A Lot Of Exercise.

Good Prose Should Be Transparent, Like A Window Pane.

Do You Remember Writing In Your Diary," He Said, "that It Did Not Matter Whether I Was A Friend Or An Enemy, Since I Was At Least A Person Who Understood You And Could Be Talked To? You Were Right. I Enjoy Talking To You. Your Mind Appeals To Me. It Resembles My Own Mind Except That You Happen To Be Insane.

...every Human Being Is Doomed To Die, Which Is The Greatest Of All Failures.

Perhaps A Lunatic Was Simply A Minority Of One.