Fail, Fail Again, Fail Better.

Habit Is A Compromise Effected Between The Individual And His Environment, Or Between The Individual And His Own Organic Eccentricities, The Guarantee Of A Dull Inviolability, The Lightning-conductor Of His Existence.

Don’t Wait To Be Hunted To Hide, That Was Always My Motto.

We Lose Our Hair, Our Teeth! Our Bloom, Our Ideals.

That Double-headed Monster Of Damnation And Salvation--time.

James Joyce Was A Synthesizer, Trying To Bring In As Much As He Could. I Am An Analyzer, Trying To Leave Out As Much As I Can.