Happiness Is Generous. It Does Not Subsist

I Feel More Fellowship With The Defeated Than With Saints.

A Man Who Has Become Conscious Of The Absurd Is For Ever Bound To It.

Love Is The Kind Of Illness That Does Not Spare The Intelligent Or The Dull.

It Is Immoral Not To Tell.

Fancy Language, Like Poplin, Too Often Conceals An Eczema.