Everything Is A Dangerous Drug Except Reality

Life Is A Maze In Which We Take The Wrong Turning Before We Have Learned To Walk.

There Is No Fury Like An Ex-wife Searching For A New Lover.

Beneath A Mask Of Selfish Tranquility Nothing Exists Except Bitterness And Boredom.

Civilization Is An Active Deposit Which Is Formed By The Combustion Of The Present With The Past. Neither In Countries Without A Present Nor In Those Without A Past Is It To Be Encountered. Proust In Venice, Matisse's Birdcages Overlooking The Flower Market At Nice, Gide On The Seventeenth-century Quais Of Toulon, Lorca In Granada, Picasso By Saint-germain-des-prés: There Lies Civilization And For Me It Can Exist Only Under Those Liberal Regimes In Which The Present Is Alive And Therefore Capable Of Assimilating The Past.

No One Over Thirty-five Is Worth Meeting Who Has Not Something To Teach Us, Something More Than We Could Learn For Ourselves, From A Book.