I Am Not Sincere, Even

The Story I Am Writing Exists, Written In Absolutely Perfect Fashion, Some Place, In The Air. All I Must Do Is Find It, And Copy It.

There Are Places And Moments In Which One Is So Completely Alone That One Sees The World Entire.

I Have No Religion,’ Says Borneau, ‘but I Respect The Religion Of Others. Religion Is Sacred.’ Why This Privilege, This Immunity?... A Believer Creates God In His Own Image; If He Is Ugly, His God Will Be Morally Ugly. Why Should Moral Ugliness Be Respectable?

Socialism Must Come Down From The Brain And Reach The Heart.

At The Bottom Of All Patriotism There Is War: That Is Why I Am No Patriot.