There's No Tyrant Like A Brain.

The Sadness Of The World Has Different Ways Of Getting To People, But It Seems To Succeed Almost Every Time.

For The Poor Of This World, Two Major Ways Of Expiring Are Available: Either By The Absolute Indifference Of Your Fellow-men In Peace-time, Or By The Homicidal Passion Of These Same When War Breaks Out.

I'd Seen Too Many Troubling Things To Be Easy In My Mind. I Knew Too Much And Not Enough. I'd Better Go Out, I Said To Myself, I'd Better Go Out Again.

Love, Arthur, Is A Poodle's Chance Of Attaining The Infinite, And Personally I Have My Pride.

You Can Lose Your Way Groping Among The Shadows Of The Past.