The Evolution From Happiness To Habit Is

Memory Is A Mirror That Scandalously Lies.

The Modern Story Begun, One Might Say, With Edgar Allan Poe, Which Proceeds Inexorably, Like A Machine Destined To Accomplish Its Mission With The Maximum Economy Of Means.

When One Wants To Write, One Writes. If One Is Condemned To Write, One Writes.

Nothing Is More Comical Than Seriousness Understood As A Virtue That Has To Precede All Important Literature

I Sometimes Longed For Someone Who, Like Me, Had Not Adjusted Perfectly With His Age, And Such A Person Was Hard To Find; But I Soon Discovered Cats, In Which I Could Imagine A Condition Like Mine, And Books, Where I Found It Quite Often.