I Tell Them That If They Will

Yes, They Are Carnal, Both Of Them, Love And Death, And Therein Lies Their Terror And Their Great Magic!

Solitude Gives Birth To The Original In Us, To Beauty Unfamiliar And Perilous - To Poetry. But Also, It Gives Birth To The Opposite: To The Perverse, The Illicit, The Absurd.

No Man Remains Quite What He Was When He Recognizes Himself.

Laughter Is A Sunbeam Of The Soul.

Stupid — Well, There Are So Many Kinds Of Stupidity, And Cleverness Is One Of The Worst.