Death Has But One Terror, That It

Even In Slight Things The Experience Of The New Is Rarely Without Some Stirring Of Foreboding.

Take Away Hatred From Some People, And You Have Men Without Faith.

Both The Revolutionary And The Creative Individual Are Perpetual Juveniles. The Revolutionary Does Not Grow Up Because He Cannot Grow, While The Creative Individual Cannot Grow Up Because He Keeps Growing.

I Hang Onto My Prejudices, They Are The Testicles Of My Mind.

Often, The Thing We Pursue Most Passionately Is But A Substitute For The One Thing We Really Want And Cannot Have.