Every Man Thinks God Is On His

God! Is There Anything Uglier Than A Frightened Man!

I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

Inspiration Is A Farce That Poets Have Invented To Give Themselves Importance.

Tragedy Is Restful: And The Reason Is That Hope, That Foul, Deceitful Thing, Has No Part In It.

Each Of Us Has A Day .. When He Has To Accept, Finally, The Fact That He Is A Man.