Art Depends Upon The Inexactitude Of Sight.

The Most General Deficiency In Our Sort Of Culture And Education Is Gradually Dawning On Me: No One Learns, No One Strives Towards, No One Teaches--enduring Loneliness.

Every Word Is A Preconceived Judgment.

Everywhere Resoundeth The Voices Of Those Who Preach Death; And The Earth Is Full Of Those To Whom Death Hath To Be Preached.

To Get Into Just Those Situations Where Sham Virtues Will Not Suffice, But Rather Where, As With The Ropedancer On His Rope, One Either Falls Or Stands--or Gets Down.

What Do I Care About The Purring Of One Who Cannot Love, Like The Cat?