Life Is, Of Course, Terrible.

Translation Is Not A Matter Of Words Only: It Is A Matter Of Making Intelligible A Whole Culture.

The Possession Of A Book Becomes A Substitute For Reading It.

And, My Brothers, It Was Real Satisfaction To Me To Waltz-left Two Three, Right Two Three-and Carve Left Cheeky And Right Cheeky, So That Like Two Curtains Of Blood Seemed To Pour Out At The Same Time, One On Either Side Of His Fat Filthy Oily Snout In The Winter Starlight.

Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves.

It Is As Inhuman To Be Totally Good As It Is To Be Totally Evil.