In Default Of Inexhaustible Happiness,

Great Ideas, It Has Been Said, Come Into The World As Gently As Doves. Perhaps Then, If We Listen Attentively, We Shall Hear Amid The Uproar Of Empires And Nations, A Faint Flutter Of Wings, The Gentle Stirring Of Life And Hope. Some Will Say That This Hope Lies In A Nation; Others In A Man. I Believe Rather That It Is Awakened, Revived, Nourished, By Millions Of Solitary Individuals Whose And Works Every Day Negate Frontiers And The Crudest Implications Of History.

All That I Know Most Surely About Morality And Obligations I Owe To Football.

The Only Really Committed Artist Is He Who, Without Refusing To Take Part In The Combat, At Least Refuses To Join The Regular Armies And Remains A Freelance.

If The Descent Is Thus Sometimes Performed In Sorrow, It Can Also Take Place In Joy.

[love] Is The Type Of Disease That Spares Neither The Intelligent Nor The Idiotic.