The Art We Need Is The Art

The Art We Need Is The Art Of Bearing The Unbearable.

The Only Friends I Have Are The Dead Who Have Bequeathed Their Writings To Me — I Have No Others.

All Of Living Is Nothing But A Fervid Attempt To Move Closer Together.

Nothing But Disaster Follows From Applause.

Very Often We Write Down A Sentence Too Early, Then Another Too Late; What We Have To Do Is Write It Down At The Proper Time, Otherwise It's Lost.