Science Disembodies; Art Embodies.

It Is Only When Our Characters And Events Begin To Disobey Us That They Begin To Live.

Liking Other People Is An Illusion We Have To Cherish In Ourselves If We Are To Live In Society.

To Write Poetry And To Commit Suicide, Apparently So Contradictory, Had Really Been The Same, Attempts At Escape.

I Knew Words Were Like Chains, They Held Me Back . . . The Act Of Description Taints The Description.

Our Knowledge Of What The Richer Than Ourselves Possess, And The Poor Do Not, Has Never Been More Widespread. Therefore, Envy, Which Is Wanting What Others Have, And Jealousy, Which Is Not Wanting Others To Have What One Has, Have Never Been More Widespread.