A Human Soul Devoid Of

A Plan Relieves You Of The Torment Of Choice.

It's Hard For Writers To Get On With Their Work If They Are Convinced That They Owe A Concrete Debt To Experience And Cannot Allow Themselves The Privilege Of Ranging Freely Through Social Classes And Professional Specialties. A Certain Pride In Their Own Experience, Perhaps A Sense Of The Property Rights Of Others In Their Experience, Holds Them Back.

How Could I Be Anything But A Dissenter? Who Wants The Opinion Of A Group?

Love Is The Most Potent Cosmetic.

There Are Evils That Have The Ability To Survive Identification And Go On For Ever... Money, For Instance, Or War.