A Man That Is Born Falls Into

A Train Of Thought Is Never False. The Falsehood Lies Deep In The Necessities Of Existence.

Your Strength Is Just An Accident Owed To The Weakness Of Others.

Fiction Is History, Human History, Or It Is Nothing.

He Has To Live In The Midst Of The Incomprehensible, Which Is Detestable. And It Has A Fascination, Too, Which Goes To Work Upon Him. The Fascination Of The Abomination--you Know.

It Made You Feel Very Small, Very Lost, And Yet It Was Not Altogether Depressing, That Feeling. After All, If You Were Small, The Grimy Beetle Crawled On - Which Was Just What You Wanted It To Do.