My Idea Of Paradise Is A Straight

To Explore The Whole Sphere Of The Modern Soul, To Have Sat In Every Nook- My Ambition, My Torture, And My Happiness

That Whatever A Man Says, Promises, Or Resolves In Passion He Must Stick To Later On When He Is Cold And Sober--this Demand Is Among The Heaviest Burdens That Weigh On Humankind.

Every Past Is Worth Condemning.

He Who Rejoices Even At The Stake Triumphs Not Over Pain But Over The Absence Of Pain Where He Had Anticipated Feeling It. A Parable.

It Seems To Me That To Take A Book Of Mine Into His Hands Is One Of The Rarest Distinctions That Anyone Can Confer Upon Himself. I Even Assume That He Removes His Shoes When He Does So-not To Speak Of Boots.