There Seemed Nothing To Do But Live.

As You See, I Do Not Treat The Creation Of Fiction, That To Say The Invention And Development Of Fantasies,as A Form Of Abstract Thought. I Dont Wish To Deny The Uses Of The Intellect,but Sometimes One Has The Intuition That The Intellect By Itself Will Lead One Nowhere.

And Anyway, I Suspect He Secretly Liked It When A Woman Was Cold And Distant

Pain Is Truth; All Else Is Subject To Doubt.

The Modern State Appeals To Morality, To Religion, And To Natural Law As The Ideological Foundation Of Its Existence. At The Same Time It Is Prepared To Infringe Any Or All Of These In The Interest Of Self-preservation.

A Book Should Be An Axe To Chop Open The Frozen Sea Inside Us.