I Know How Many Days In Which

Not To Like Ice Cream Is To Show Oneself Uninterested In Food.

I Am Afraid I Am One Of Those People Who Continues To Read In The Hope Of Sometime Discovering In A Book A Single—and Singular—piece Of Wisdom So Penetrating, So Soul Stirring, So Utterly Applicable To My Own Life As To Make All The Bad Books I Have Read Seem Well Worth The Countless Hours Spent On Them. My Guess Is That This Wisdom, If It Ever Arrives, Will Do So In The Form Of A Generalization.

We Who Are Quotatious Are Never Truly Alone, But Always Hear The Cheerful Flow Of Remarks Made By Dead Writers So Much More Intelligent Than We.

No Nostalgia Runs Deeper Than That For Something One Has Never Known And Now Cannot Obtain.

I Myself Think Anti-semitism Is About Envy.