All That I Know Most Surely About

Creating Is Living Doubly. The Groping, Anxious Quest Of A Proust, His Meticulous Collecting Of Flowers, Of Wallpapers, And Of Anxieties, Signifies Nothing Else.

Some People Talk In Their Sleep. Lecturers Talk While Other People Sleep.

...the Habit Of Despair Is Worse Than Despair Itself.

I Have Not Stopped Loving That Which Is Sacred In This World.

The Temptation Shared By All Forms Of Intelligence: Cynicism.