Women Are All We Know

Love Is The Kind Of Illness That Does Not Spare The Intelligent Or The Dull.

The Most Elementary Form Of Rebellion, Paradoxically , Expresses An Aspiration For Order .

I Conceived At Least One Great Love In My Life, Of Which I Was Always The Object.

We Turn Our Backs On Nature; We Are Ashamed Of Beauty. Our Wretched Tragedies Have A Smell Of The Office Clinging To Them, And The Blood That Trickles From Them Is The Color Of Printer's Ink.

The Contradiction Is This: Man Rejects The World As It Is, Without Accepting The Necessity Of Escaping It. In Fact, Men Cling To The World And By Far The Majority Do Not Want To Abandon It.