Life Is, Of Course, Terrible.

The Writer's Life Seethes Within But Not Without.

All Art Preserves Mysteries Which Aesthetic Philosophers Tackle In Vain.

Life Is Sustained By The Grinding Opposition Of Moral Entities.

Literature Is All, Or Mostly, About Sex.

Keep Away From Physicians. It Is All Probing And Guessing And Pretending With Them. They Leave It To Nature To Cure In Her Own Time, But They Take The Credit. As Well As Very Fat Fees.