There Is No Such Thing,

It Is Conceivable At Least That A Late Generation, Such As We Presumably Are, Has Particular Need Of The Sketch, In Order Not To Be Strangled To Death By Inherited Conceptions Which Preclude New Births.... The Sketch Has Direction, But No Ending; The Sketch As Reflection Of A View Of Life That Is No Longer Conclusive, Or Is Not Yet Conclusive.

I Know That I'm The Happiest Of Lovers.

I Took The Standpoint That The Profession Of Technologist, A Man Who Masters Matter, Is A Masculine Profession, If Not The Only Masculine Profession There Is.

If Anyone Has A Conscience It's Generally A Guilty One.

It Is Only The Consciousness Of A Nonexistence Which Allows Us To Realize For Moments That We Are Living.