My Advanced Age Has Taught Me The

I Foresee That Man Will Resign Himself Each Day To More Atrocious Undertakings; Soon There Will Be No One But Warriors And Brigands; I Give Them This Counsel: The Author Of An Atrocious Undertaking Ought To Imagine That He Has Already Accomplished It, Ought To Impose Upon Himself A Future As Irrevocable As The Past.

Music, Feelings Of Happiness, Mythology, Faces Worn By Time, Certain Twilights And Certain Places, Want To Tell Us Something, Or They Told Us Something That We Should Not Have Missed, Or They Are About To Tell Us Something; This Imminence Of A Revelation That Is Not Produced Is, Perhaps, The Esthetic Event.

The Machinery Of The World Is Far Too Complex For The Simplicity Of Men.

You May Win Your Heart's Desire, But In The End You're Cheated Of It By Death.

Literature Is Not Exhaustible, For The Sufficient And Simple Reason That A Single Book Is Not.