One Of The Booby Traps Of Freedom

Boredom Is The Conviction That You Can't Change ... The Shriek Of Unused Capacities.

As For Types Like My Own, Obscurely Motivated By The Conviction That Our Existence Was Worthless If We Didn't Make A Turning Point Of It, We Were Assigned To The Humanities, To Poetry, Philosophy, Painting - The Nursery Games Of Humankind, Which Had To Be Left Behind When The Age Of Science Began. The Humanities Would Be Called Upon To Choose A Wallpaper For The Crypt, As The End Drew Near.

It's Usually The Selfish People Who Are Loved The Most. They Do What You Deny Yourself, And You Love Them For It. You Give Them Your Heart.

A Man Should Be Able To Hear, And To Bear, The Worst That Could Be Said Of Him.

Live Or Die But Don't Poison Everything.