In Literature As In Ethics,

It Is One Of The Prodigious Privileges Of Art That The Horrific, Artistically Expressed, Becomes Beauty, And That Sorrow, Given Rhythm And Cadence, Fills The Spirit With A Calm Joy.

Sexuality Is The Lyricism Of The Masses.

Alas, Human Vices, However Horrible One Might Imagine Them To Be, Contain The Proof (were It Only In Their Infinite Expansion) Of Man's Longing For The Infinite; But It Is A Longing That Often Takes The Wrong Route. It Is My Belief That The Reason Behind All Culpable Excesses Lies In This Depravation Of The Sense Of The Infinite.

There Is No Sweeter Pleasure Than To Surprise A Man By Giving Him More Than He Hopes For.

However Incoherent A Human Existence May Be, Human Unity Is Not Bothered By It.