The Craving To Risk Death Is Our

I Must Fight With My Weapons. Not His. Not Selfishness And Brutality And Shame And Resentment.

One Degrades Oneself Sometimes In The Effort Not To Be Lonely.

Each Age, Each Guilty Age, Builds High Walls Around Its Versailles; And Personally I Hate Those Walls Most When They Are Made By Literature And Art.

In Essence The Renaissance Was Simply The Green End Of One Of Civilization's Hardest Winters.

The Pronoun Is One Of The Most Terrifying Masks Man Has Invented.