In Art As In Love,

We Live Between Two Dense Clouds; The Forgetting Of What Was And The Uncertainty Of What Will Be.

You Become A Good Writer Just As You Become A Good Joiner: By Planing Down Your Sentences.

It Is Only The Poor Who Are Forbidden To Beg.

You Think You Are Dying For Your Country; You Die For The Industrialists.

Man Is A Rational Animal. He Can Think Up A Reason For Anything He Wants To Believe.