Life Is Judged With All

Depression Is Rage Spread Thin.

Nature In Denying Us Perennial Youth Has At Least Invited Us To Become Unselfish And Noble.

If You Prefer Illusions To Realities, It Is Only Because All Decent Realities Have Eluded You And Left You In The Lurch; Or Else Your Contempt For The World Is Mere Hypocrisy And Funk.

Our Dignity Is Not In What We Do, But What We Understand.

My Remembrance Of The Past Is A Novel I Am Constantly Recomposing; And It Would Not Be A Historical Novel, But Sheer Fiction, If The Material Events Which Mark And Ballast My Career Had Not Their Public Dates And Characters Scientifically Discoverable.