Pity Is Extolled As The Virtue Of

Everything In The World Displeases Me: But, Above All, My Displeasure In Everything Displeases Me.

Underneath The Reality In Which We Live And Have Our Being, Another Altogether Different Reality Lies Concealed.

There Are Highly Gifted Spirits Who Are Always Infertile Simply Because, Owing To A Weakness In Temperament, They Are Too Impatient To Wait Out Their Pregnancy To Term.

We Praise Or Blame As One Or The Other Affords More Opportunity For Exhibiting Our Power Of Judgement.

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.