The Purpose Of A Writer Is To

But When A Man Has Had Only Four Hours' Sleep He Isn't Sentimental. He Sees Things As They Are: That Is To Say, He Sees Them In The Garish Light Of Justice; Hideous, Witless Justice.

Nothing In The World Is Worth Turning One's Back On What One Loves.

Men Die And They Are Not Happy.

Beware Of Those Who Say: "i Know This Too Well To Be Able To Express It." For If They Cannot Do So, This Is Because They Don't Know It Or Because Out Of Laziness They Stopped At The Outer Crust.

The Principles Which Men Give To Themselves End By Overwhelming Their Noblest Intentions.