Our First Intuitions Are The True Ones.

We Inhabit A Language Rather Than A Country.

The True Hero Fights And Dies In The Name Of His Destiny, And Not In The Name Of A Belief.

A Book Is A Suicide Postponed.

Jealousy - That Jumble Of Secret Worship And Ostensible Aversion.

Melancholy: An Appetite No Misery Satisfies.