I Am Not Sincere, Even

Let Us Stay At Home: There We Are Decent. Let Us Not Go Out: Our Defects Wait For Us At The Door, Like Flies.

In The Most Complete Friendship There Is Always A Little Empty Space, Like The Space In An Egg.

Life Is What Our Character Makes It. We Fashion It, As A Snail Does Its Shell. A Man Can Say: I Never Made A Fortune Because It Is Not In My Character To Be Rich.

We Are So Happy To Advise Others That Occasionally We Even Do It In Their Interest.

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.