An Object, After All, Is

The Poetic Notion Of Infinity Is Far Greater Than That Which Is Sponsored By Any Creed.

When Thomas Mann Arrived In California From Germany, They Asked Him About German Literature. And He Said, 'german Literature Is Where I Am.' It's Really A Bit Grand, But If A German Can Afford It, I Can Afford It.

I Don't Have Principles. I Have Nerves.

After Having Exhausted All The Arguments On Behalf Of Evil, One Utters The Creed's Dictums With Nostalgia Rather Than With Fervor.

Racism? But Isn't It Only A Form Of Misanthropy?