Who Apart From Ourselves, Can See Any

It Is The Individual Man In His Individual Freedom Who Can Mature With His Warm Spirit The Unripe World.

In Tragedy Every Moment Is Eternity; In Comedy, Eternity Is A Moment.

Between Our Birth And Death We May Touch Understanding, As A Moth Brushes A Window With Its Wing

Who Apart From Ourselves, Can See Any Difference Between Our Victories And Our Defeats?

My Trouble Is I'm The Sort Of Writer Who Only Finds Out What He's Getting At By The Time He's Got To The End Of It.