God, That Checkroom Of Our Dreams.

The Ideal, Without Doubt, Varies, But Its Enemies, Alas, Are Always The Same.

Literature: Proclaiming In Front Of Everyone What One Is Careful To Conceal From One's Immediate Circle

Science Had Better Not Free The Minds Of Men Too Much, Before It Has Tamed Their Instincts.

To Be Adult Is To Be Alone.

My Pessimism Extends To The Point Of Even Suspecting The Sincerity Of Other Pessimists.