L'adolescence Est Le Seul Temps O U'

Do You Suppose That It Is Within Your Power To Insult Me? You Evidently Are Not Aware To Whom You Are Speaking? Do You Imagine That The Envenomed Spittle Of Five Hundred Little Gentlemen Of Your Type, Heaped One Upon Another, Would Succeed In Slobbering So Much As The Tips Of My August Toes?

Human Altruism Which Is Not Egoism, Is Sterile.

A Photograph Acquires Something Of The Dignity Which It Ordinarily Lacks When It Ceases To Be A Reproduction Of Reality And Shows Us Things That No Longer Exist.

If We Are To Make Reality Endurable, We Must All Nourish A Fantasy Or Two.

The True Voyage Of Discovery Is Not A Journey To A New Place; It Is Learning To See With New Eyes.