To Me And My Kind Life Itself

I Don't Know If I Believe In God, But I Know I Believe In The Devil. I Have Met Him.

The Best Would Be To Have Friends Who Came And Went Away; But If I Had To Choose Between Their Never Coming Or Never Going Away, I Think I Would Choose That They Do Not Come.

In California I Began To Think That, Except On The Beaches, No-one Had The Use Of Their Legs.

In Good Company Your Thoughts Run, In Solitude Your Thought Is Still ... In Talk Your Mind Can Be Stretched, Widened, Exhilarated To Heights, But It Cannot Be Deepened; You Have To Deepen It Yourself.

If Books Were Persian Carpets, One Would Not Look Only At The Outer Side. Because It Is The Stitch That Makes A Carpet Wear, Gives It Its Life And Bloom.