A Page Of Good Prose Remains Invincible.

For These Are Not As They Might Seem To Be, The Ruins Of Our Civilization, But Are Temporary Encampment And Outposts Of The Civilization That We - You And I - Shall Build.

If There Is Anybody I Detest, It Is Weak-minded Sentimentalists-all Those Melancholy People Who, Out Of An Excess Of Sympathy For Others, Miss The Thrill Of Their Own Essence And Drift Through Life Without Identity, Like A Human Fog, Feeling Sorry For Everyone.

The Short Story Is The Literature Of The Nomad.

I Love You Not For The Person You Are, But For Your Possibilities.

I Was Here On Earth Because I Chose To Be.