Life For The European Is A Career;

Love Of Truth, Ordinary Common Truth Recognizable To Everyone, Is The Ruling Passion Of The Novel.

It Really Seems To Me Sometimes That The Only Hope Is Space. That Is To Say, Perhaps The Most Energetic—in A Bad Sense—elements Will Move On To A New World In Space. The Problems Of Mass Society Will Be Transported Into Space, Leaving Behind This World As A Kind Of Europe, Which Then Eventually Tourists Will Visit. The Old World. I'm Only Half Joking.

The American Character Looks Always As If It Had Just Had A Rather Bad Haircut, Which Gives It, In Our Eyes At Any Rate, A Greater Humanity Than The European, Which Even Among Its Beggars Has All Too Much A Professional Air.

All Dramatic Realism Is Somewhat Sadistic; An Audience Is Persuaded To Watch Something That Makes It Uncomfortable And From Which No Relief Is Offered - No Laughter, No Tears, No Purgation.

You Mustn't Force Sex To Do The Work Of Love Or Love To Do The Work Of Sex.