We Can Never Cease To Be Ourselves.

I Take It That What All Men Are Really After Is Some Form Or Perhaps Only Some Formula Of Peace.

A Fool Has More Ideas Than A Wise Man Can Foresee.

Who Knows What True Loneliness Is - Not The Conventional Word But The Naked Terror? To The Lonely Themselves It Wears A Mask. The Most Miserable Outcast Hugs Some Memory Or Some Illusion.

Yet, When One Thinks Of It, Diplomacy Without Force Is A But A Rotten Reed To Lean Upon.

It Is A Maudlin And Indecent Verity That Comes Out Through The Strength Of Wine.