When You Find That People Are Not

One Knows So Little. When One Knows More It Is Too Late.

Many Homicidal Lunatics Are Very Quiet, Unassuming People. Delightful Fellows.

Very Few Of Us Are What We Seem.

The Point Is That One's Got An Instinct To Live. One Doesn't Live Because One's Reason Assents To Living. People Who, As We Say, 'would Be Better Dead' Don't Want To Die! People Who Apparently Have Everything To Live For Just Let Themselves Fade Out Of Life Because They Haven't Got The Energy To Fight.

Of Course I Despise Money When I Haven't Got Any. It's The Only Dignified Thing To Do.