Torture, As The Art Of

I Think I Would Be Happy In That Place I Happen Not To Be, And This Question Of Moving House Is The Subject Of A Perpetual Dialogue I Have With My Soul.

Our Religion Is Itself Profoundly Sad - A Religion Of Universal Anguish, And One Which, Because Of Its Very Catholicity, Grants Full Liberty To The Individual And Asks No Better Than To Be Celebrated In Each Man's Own Language - So Long As He Knows Anguish And Is A Painter.

There Is No Such Thing As A Long Piece Of Work, Except One That You Dare Not Start.

In Putting Off What One Has To Do, One Runs The Risk Of Never Being Able To Do It.

A Sweetheart Is A Bottle Of Wine, A Wife Is A Wine Bottle.