At The Bottom Of All Patriotism There

Style Is To Forget All Styles.

Words Are The Coins Making Up The Currency Of Sentences, And There Are Always Too Many Small Coins.

We Are In The World To Laugh. In Purgatory Or In Hell We Shall No Longer Be Able To Do So. And In Heaven It Would Not Be Proper.

Love Is Like An Hourglass, With The Heart Filling Up As The Brain Empties.

I Have A Remarkable Memory; I Forget Everything. It Is Wonderfully Convenient. It Is As Though The World Were Constantly Renewing Itself For Me.