With God, What Is Terrible Is That

Have You Noticed That Life, With Murders And Catastrophes And Fabulous Inheritances, Happens Almost Exclusively In Newspapers?

Death Is Beautiful. It Alone Gives Love Its True Habitat.

I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

Nobody Has A More Sacred Obligation To Obey The Law Than Those Who Make The Law.

Beauty, Real Beauty, Is Something Very Grave. If There Is A God, He Must Be Partly That.