Mistakes Are Joyful, Truth Infernal.

The Only Serious Question In Life Is Whether To Kill Yourself Or Not.

Revolt And Revolution Both Wind Up At The Same Crossroads: The Police, Or Folly.

I Felt The Urge To Reassure Him That I Was Like Everybody Else, Just Like Everybody Else.

In The Past, The Poverty They Shared Had A Certain Sweetness About It. When The End Of The Day Came And They Would Eat Their Dinner In Silence With The Oil Lamp Between Them, There Was A Secret Joy In Such Simplicity, Such Retrenchment.

Democracy Is Not The Law Of The Majority But The Protection Of The Minority.