To Destroy Is Still The

A Quiet City Is A Contradiction In Terms. It Is A Thing Uncanny, Spectral.

The Most Perfect Caricature Is That Which, On A Small Surface, With The Simplest Means, Most Accurately Exaggerates, To The Highest Point, The Peculiarities Of A Human Being, At His Most Characteristic Moment In The Most Beautiful Manner.

There Is Much Virtue In A Window. It Is To A Human Being As A Frame Is To A Painting, As A Proscenium To A Play, As 'form' To Literature. It Strongly Defines Its Content.

People Are Either Born Hosts Or Born Guests.

The Dullard's Envy Of Brilliant Men Is Always Assuaged By The Suspicion That They Will Come To A Bad End.