Women Are All We Know Of Paradise

Love Is The Kind Of Illness That Does Not Spare The Intelligent Or The Dull.

But What Does It Mean, The Plague? It's Life, That's All.

The Most Loathsome Materialism Is Not The Kind People Usually Think Of, But The Sort That Attempts To Let Dead Ideas Pass For Living Realities, Diverting Into Sterile Myths The Stubborn And Lucid Attention We Give To What We Have Within Us That Must Forever Die.

All Men Have A Sweetness In Their Life. That Is What Helps Them Go On. It Is Towards That They Turn When They Feel Too Worn Out.

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