To Be Famous, In Fact, One Has

Man Is An Idea, And A Precious Small Idea Once He Turns His Back On Love.

There Is Only One Class Of Men, The Privileged Class

On My Way Out I Was Even Going To Shake His Hand, But I Remembered Just In Time That I'd Killed A Man.

Where There Is No Hope, It Is Incumbent On Us To Invent It.

His Own Faith, However, Was Not Lacking In Virtues Since It Consisted In Acknowledging Obscurely That He Would Be Granted Much Without Ever Deserving Anything.