Man Is The Inventor Of Stupidity.

Man Is The Inventor Of Stupidity.

If The Secret Of Being A Bore Is To Tell All, The Secret Of Pleasing Is To Say Just Enough To Be -not Understood, But Divined.

Man, In Spite Of His Tendency Towards Mendacity, Has A Great Respect For What He Calls The Truth. Truth Is His Staff In His Voyage Through Life; Commonplaces Are The Bread In His Bag And The Wine In His Jug.

And There Is Neither Beginning Nor End, Nor Past Nor Future; There Is Only A Present, At The Same Time Static And Ephemeral, Multiple And Absolute. It Is The Vital Ocean In Which We All Share, According To Our Strength, Our Needs Or Our Desires.

To Write Well, To Have Style ... Is To Paint. The Master Faculty Of Style Is Therefore The Visual Memory. If A Writer Does Not See What He Describes-countrysides And Figures, Movements And Gestures-how Could He Have A Style, That Is Originality?