The Lesson One Can Learn

The English Language Is Like A Broad River On Whose Bank A Few Patient Anglers Are Sitting, While, Higher Up, The Stream Is Being Polluted By A String Of Refuse-barges Tipping Out Their Muck.

There Is No Suicide For Which All Society Is Not Responsible.

While Thoughts Exist, Words Are Alive And Literature Becomes An Escape, Not From, But Into Living.

There Is No Pain Equal To That Which Two Lovers Can Inflict On One Another... It Is When We Begin To Hurt Those Whom We Love That The Guilt With Which We Are Born Becomes Intolerable, And Since All Those Whom We Love Intensely And Continuously Grow Part Of Us, And Since We Hate Ourselves In Them, So We Torture Ourselves And Them Together.

Optimism And Self-pity Are The Positive And Negative Poles Of Modern Cowardice.