We Only Really Face Up To Ourselves

Nothing But Disaster Follows From Applause.

Only When I Am By Seawater Can I Truly Breathe, To Say Nothing Of My Ability To Think.

The Only Friends I Have Are The Dead Who Have Bequeathed Their Writings To Me — I Have No Others.

Very Often We Write Down A Sentence Too Early, Then Another Too Late; What We Have To Do Is Write It Down At The Proper Time, Otherwise It's Lost.

Everything Is What It Is, That's All. If We Keep Attaching Meanings And Mysteries To Everything We Perceive, Everything We See That Is, And To Everything That Goes On Inside Us, We Are Bound To Go Crazy Sooner Or Later, I Thought.