Destiny And History Are Untidy.

None Of Us Suffers As Much As We Should, Or Loves As Much As We Say. Love Is The First Lie; Wisdom The Last.

You Beat The Liver Out Of A Goose To Get A Pâté; You Pound The Muscles Of A Man's Cardia To Get A Philosopher.

My War Brought Me Many Things; Let Yours Bring You As Much. Life Is Not To Be Told, Call It As Loud As You Like, It Will Not Tell Itself. No One Will Be Much Or Little Except In Someone Else's Mind, So Be Careful Of The Minds You Get Into, And Remember Lady Macbeth, Who Had Her Mind In Her Hand. We Can't All Be As Safe As That.

One's Life Is Peculiar To One's Own When One Has Invented It.

I Talk Too Much Because I Have Been Made So Miserable By What You Are Keeping Hushed.