Broken China Lasts Longer Than Unbroken.

The Profession Of Letters Is, After All, The Only One In Which One Can Make No Money Without Being Ridiculous.

I Find That When I Do Not Think Of Myself I Do Not Think At All.

As I Grow To Understand Life Less And Less, I Learn To Love It More And More.

When The Defects Of Others Are Perceived With So Much Clarity, It Is Because One Possesses Them Oneself.

I Have No Religion,’ Says Borneau, ‘but I Respect The Religion Of Others. Religion Is Sacred.’ Why This Privilege, This Immunity?... A Believer Creates God In His Own Image; If He Is Ugly, His God Will Be Morally Ugly. Why Should Moral Ugliness Be Respectable?