When Cats Sat Staring Into The Fire

God Was Executed By People Painfully Like Us, In A Society Very Similar To Our Own ... By A Corrupt Church, A Timid Politician, And A Fickle Proletariat Led By Professional Agitators.

There Certainly Does Seem A Possibility That The Detective Story Will Come To An End, Simply Because The Public Will Have Learnt All The Tricks.

It's Disquieting To Reflect That One's Dreams Never Symbolize One's Real Wishes, But Always Something Much Worse... If I Really Wanted To Be Passionately Embraced By Peter, I Should Dream Of Dentists Or Gardening. I Wonder What Unspeakable Depths Of Awfulness Can Only Be Expressed By The Polite Symbol Of Peter's Embraces?

To Complain That Man Measures God By His Own Experience Is A Waste Of Time; Man Measures Everything By His Own Experience; He Has No Other Yardstick.

Everybody Is, I Suppose, Either Classic Or Gothic By Nature. Either You Feel In Your Bones That Buildings Should Be Rectangular Boxes With Lids To Them, Or You Are Moved To The Marrow By Walls That Climb And Branch, And Break Into A Inflorescence Of Pinnacles.