Fashion: The Search For A New Absurdity.

Would That Well-thinking People Should Be Replaced By Thinking Ones.

A Thought Falls Like A Ripe Fruit From The Tree Of Idleness.

To Think About And Prepare For War Is Boring, Boring For Everyone. It's Being Locked In Barracks.

The Finest Life Is Spent Creating Oneself, Not Procreating.

At First, When An Idea, A Poem, Or The Desire To Write Takes Hold Of You, Work Is A Pleasure, A Delight, And Your Enthusiasm Knows No Bounds. But Later On You Work With Difficulty, Doggedly, Desperately. For Once You Have Committed Yourself To A Particular Work, Inspiration Changes Its Form And Becomes An Obsession, Like A Love-affair… Which Haunts You Night And Day! Once At Grips With A Work, We Must Master It Completely Before We Can Recover Our Idleness.