Paradise Does Not Exist, But We Must

Style Is To Forget All Styles.

Those Moments When You Feel You Want To Read Something Truly Beautiful. The Eyes Make A Tour Of The Library, And There Is Nothing. Then You Decide To Take No Matter What, And It Is Full Of Beautiful Things.

We Are In The World To Laugh. In Purgatory Or In Hell We Shall No Longer Be Able To Do So. And In Heaven It Would Not Be Proper.

Our Dream Dashes Itself Against The Great Mystery Like A Wasp Against A Window Pane. Less Merciful Than Man, God Never Opens The Window.

It Is In The Midst Of The City That One Writes The Most Inspiring Pages About The Country.