I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

It Bothered Me That Whatever Was Waiting Wasn't Waiting For Me

Je Sais De Quelles Petitesses Meurent Les Plus Grandes Amours. I Know How Pettiness Ruins The Greatest Loves.

Beauty, Real Beauty, Is Something Very Grave. If There Is A God, He Must Be Partly That.

Propaganda Is A Soft Weapon; Hold It In Your Hands Too Long, And It Will Move About Like A Snake, And Strike The Other Way.

Some Men Like To Make A Little Garden Out Of Life And Walk Down A Path