How Easy It Was To Lie When

My New Year’s Eve Toast: To All The Devils, Lusts, Passions, Greeds, Envies, Loves, Hates, Strange Desires, Enemies Ghostly And Real, The Army Of Memories, With Which I Do Battle — May They Never Give Me Peace. (new Year's Eve, 1947)

Dusk Was Falling Quickly. It Was Just After 7 P.m., And The Month Was October.

Honesty, For Me, Is Usually The Worst Policy Imaginable.

This Is What I Like, Sitting At A Table And Watching People Go By. It Does Something To Your Outlook On Life. The Anglo-saxons Make A Great Mistake Not Staring At People From A Sidewalk Table.

They Were Not Friends. They Didn't Know Each Other. It Struck Tom Like A Horrible Truth, True For All Time, True For The People He Had Known In The Past And For Those He Would Know In The Future: Each Had Stood And Would Stand Before Him, And He Would Know Time And Time Again That He Would Never Know Them, And The Worst Was That There Would Always Be The Illusion, For A Time, That He Did Know Them, And That He And They Were Completely In Harmony And Alike. For An Instant The Wordless Shock Of His Realization Seemed More Than He Could Bear.