The Various Forms Of Despair At The

A Man Of Action Forced Into A State Of Thought Is Unhappy Until He Can Get Out Of It.

What's Happened To Me,' He Thought. It Was No Dream.

The Fact That Our Task Is Exactly Commensurate With Our Life Gives It The Appearance Of Being Infinite.

I Do Not Read Advertisements. I Would Spend All Of My Time Wanting Things.

A Non-writing Writer Is A Monster Courting Insanity.