The Sea Is An Idiom I Cannot

We Forget That We Are All Dead Men Conversing With Dead Men.

The Possibilities Of The Art Of Combination Are Not Infinite, But They Tend To Be Frightful.

There Is A Concept Which Corrupts And Upsets All Others. I Refer Not To Evil, Whose Limited Realm Is That Of Ethics; I Refer To The Infinite.

A Man Sets Himself The Task Of Portraying The World. Shortly Before He Dies He Discovers That This Patient Labyrinth Of Lines Is A Drawing Of His Own Face.

My Father Gave Me Free Run Of His Library. When I Think Of My Boyhood, I Think In Terms Of The Books I Read.