The Only Joy In The World Is

Things Are Revealed Through The Memories We Have Of Them. Remembering A Thing Means Seeing It Only Then For The First Time.

There Is An Art In Taking The Whiplash Of Suffering Full In The Face, An Art You Must Learn. Let Each Single Attack Exhaust Itself; Pain Always Makes Single Attacks, So That Its Bite May Be More Intense, More Concentrated. And You, While Its Fangs Are Implanted And Injecting Their Venom At One Spot, Do Not Forget To Offer It Another Place Where It Can Bite You, And So Relieve The Pain Of The First.

All Our "most Sacred Affections " Are Merely Prosaic Habit.

Here's The Difficulty About Suicide: It Is An Act Of Ambition That Can Be Committed Only When One Has Passed Beyond Ambition.

What Is To Come Will Emerge Only After Long Suffering, Long Silence.