The Best Of My Nature Reveals Itself

The Real Difference Between God And Human Beings Is That God Cannot Stand Continence. No Sooner Has He Created A Season Of A Year, Or A Time Of Day, Than He Wishes For Something Quite Different And Sweeps It All Away. And Human Beings Cleave To The Existing State Of Things. All Their Lives They Are Striving To Hold The Moment Fast, And Are Up Against A Force Majeure. Their Art Itself Is Nothing But The Attempt To Catch By All Means The One Particular Moment, One Mood, One Light, The Momentary Beauty Of One Woman Or One Flower, And Make It Everlasting.

I Don't Believe In Evil; I Believe Only In Horror. In Nature There Is No Evil, Only An Abundance Of Horror: The Plagues And The Blights And The Ants And The Maggots.

Truth Is For Tailors And Shoemakers. I, On The Contrary, Have Always Held That The Lord Has A Penchant For Masquerades.

The Divine Art Is The Story.

During The First Quarter Of The Last Century, Seaside Resorts Became The Fashion, Even In Those Countries Of Northern Europe Within The Minds Of Whose People The Sea Had Hitherto Held The Role Of The Devil, The Cold And Voracious Hereditary Foe Of Humanity.