For What Is Liberty But The Unhampered

Longevity Is The Revenge Of Talent Upon Genius.

Boys Do Not Grow Up Gradually. They Move Forward In Spurts Like The Hands Of Clocks In Railway Stations.

Only By Avoiding The Beginning Of Things Can We Escape Their End.

That Sinister Stonehenge Of Economic Man, Rockefeller Center.

Melancholy And Remorse Form The Deep Leaden Keel Which Enables Us To Sail Into The Wind Of Reality; We Run Aground Sooner Than The Flat-bottomed Pleasure-lovers But We Venture Out In Weather That Would Sink Them And We Choose Our Direction.