Between Ennui And Ecstasy Unwinds Our Whole

It Is Enough For Me To Hear Someone Talk Sincerely About Ideals, About The Future, About Philosophy, To Hear Him Say “we" With A Certain Inflection Of Assurance, To Hear Him Invoke "others" And Regard Himself As Their Interpreter - For Me To Consider Him My Enemy.

You Are Done For - A Living Dead Man - Not When You Stop Loving But Stop Hating. Hatred Preserves: In It, In Its Chemistry, Resides The Mystery Of Life.

We Change Ideas Like Neckties.

There Is Only One Thing Worse Than Boredom, And That Is The Fear Of Boredom.

A Distant Enemy Is Always Preferable To One At The Gate.