One Of Those Men Who Reach Such

Once One Is Caught Up Into The Material World Not One Person In Ten Thousand Finds The Time To Form Literary Taste, To Examine The Validity Of Philosophic Concepts For Himself, Or To Form What, For Lack Of A Better Phrase, I Might Call The Wise And Tragic Sense Of Life.

When I See A Beautiful Shell Like That I Can't Help Feeling A Regret About What's Inside It.

It Was Strange To Have No Self-to Be Like A Little Boy Left Alone In A Big House, Who Knew That Now He Could Do Anything He Wanted To Do, But Found That There Was Nothing That He Wanted To Do.

Murder Your Darlings.

She Wanted To Crawl Into His Pocket And Be Safe Forever.