With Out Some Kind Of God, Man

Business Today Consists In Persuading Crowds.

For Last Year's Words Belong To Last Year's Language And Next Year's Words Await Another Voice.

Every Phrase And Every Sentence Is An End And A Beginning, Every Poem An Epitaph.

Old Men Ought To Be Explorers.

I Do Not Believe That Any Writer Has Ever Exposed This Bovarysme, The Human Will To See Things As They Are Not, More Clearly Than Shakespeare.