All I Can Say About My Mind

It Is Not Dying, But Living, That Is A Preparation For Death.

I Do Not Say I Was Ever What I Would Call "plain," But I Have The Sort Of Face That Bores Me When I See It On Other People.

Haunted From My Early Youth By The Transitoriness And Pathos Of Life, I Was Aware That It Is Not Enough To Say "i Am Doing No Harm," I Ought To Be Testing Myself Daily, And Asking Myself What I Am Really Achieving.

The Power To Love What Is Purely Abstract Is Given To Few.

The Announcement That You Are Going To Tell A Good Story (and The Chuckle That Precedes It) Is Always A Dangerous Opening.