Culture Is Not Just An Ornament; It

I Always Find It More Difficult To Say The Things I Mean Than The Things I Don't.

She Had No Mercy. He Looked At Her Neck And Thought How He Would Like To Jab It With The Knife He Had For His Muffin. He Knew Enough Anatomy To Make Pretty Certain Of Getting The Carotid Artery. And At The Same Time He Wanted To Cover Her Pale, Thin Face With Kisses.

Like All Weak Men He Laid An Exaggerated Stress On Not Changing One's Mind.

Every Production Of An Artist Should Be The Expression Of An Adventure Of His Soul.

He Did Not Care If She Was Heartless, Vicious And Vulgar, Stupid And Grasping, He Loved Her. He Would Rather Have Misery With One Than Happiness With The Other.