Women Are All We Know Of Paradise

There Is A Terrible Emptiness In Me, An Indifference That Hurts.

Nobody Realizes That Some People Expend Tremendous Energy Merely To Be Normal.

I Have The Loftiest Idea, And The Most Passionate One, Of Art. Much Too Lofty To Agree To Subject It To Anything. Much Too Passionate To Want To Divorce It From Anything.

God Is Not Necessary To Create Culpability, Or To Punish. Our Fellow Men Are Enough For That, Helped By Ourselves.

Outside Of That Single Fatality Of Death, Everything, Joy Or Happiness, Is Liberty.