There Is No Monster More Destructive Than

Women Love With Their Imagination And Men With Their Senses.

What I Hated Even More Than The Conflict Was The Lurid Spectacle Of A World Of Unreason.

No Matter How Vital Experience Might Be While You Lived It, No Sooner Was It Ended And Dead Than It Became As Lifeless As The Piles Of Dry Dust In A School History Book.

Irony Is An Indispensable Ingredient Of The Critical Vision; It Is The Safest Antidote To Sentimental Decay.

I'm Not Going To Lie Down And Let Trouble Walk Over Me.