Smooth And Smiling Faces Everywhere, But Ruin

If Literature Isn't Everything, It's Not Worth A Single Hour Of Someone's Trouble.

I Had Found My Religion: Nothing Seemed More Important To Me Than A Book. I Saw The Library As A Temple.

He Is Always Becoming, And If It Were Not For The Contingency Of Death, He Would Never End.

When One Loves Animals And Children Too Much, One Loves Them Against Human Beings.

I Grow Warm, I Begin To Feel Happy. There Is Nothing Extraordinary In This, It Is A Small Happiness Of Nausea: It Spreads At The Bottom Of The Viscous Puddle, At The Bottom Of Out Time - The Time Of Purple Suspenders, And Broken Chair Seats; It Is Made Of White, Soft Instants, Spreading At The Edge, Like An Oil Stain. No Sooner Than Born, It Is Already Old, It Seems As Though I Have Known It For Twenty Years.