In The Particular Is Contained The Universal.

Gazing Up Into The Darkness I Saw Myself As A Creature Driven And Derided By Vanity; And My Eyes Burned With Anguish And Anger.

Christopher Columbus, As Everyone Knows, Is Honored By Posterity Because He Was The Last To Discover America.

To Live, To Err, To Fall, To Triumph, To Recreate Life Out Of Life.

The Demand That I Make Of My Reader Is That He Should Devote His Whole Life To Reading My Works.

He Asked Himself What Is A Woman Standing On The Stairs In The Shadow, Listening To Distant Music, A Symbol Of. If He Were A Painter He Would Paint Her In That Attitude. Her Blue Felt Hat Would Show Off The Bronze Of Her Hair Against The Darkness And The Dark Panels Of Her Skirt Would Show Off The Light Ones. Distant Music He Would Call The Picture If He Were A Painter.