The Test Of Happiness Is Gratitude.

Tradition Means Giving Votes To The Most Obscure Of All Classes, Our Ancestors. It Is The Democracy Of The Dead. Tradition Refuses To Submit To That Arrogant Oligarchy Who Merely Happen To Be Walking Around.

Music With Dinner Is An Insult Both To The Cook And The Violinist.

There Are No New Lies, No New Heresies. Man Is Simply Not That Creative.

The Present Condition Of Fame Is Merely Fashion.

I Still Hold. . .that The Suburbs Ought To Be Either Glorified By Romance And Religion Or Else Destroyed By Fire From Heaven, Or Even By Firebrands From The Earth.