He Knows So Little And Knows It

I Have Watchedmany Literary Fashions Shoot Up And Blossom, And Then Fade And Drop.... Yet With The Many That I Have Seen Comeand Go, I Have Never Yet Encountered A Mode Of Thinking That Regarded Itself As Simply A Changing Fashion, And Not As An Infallible Approach To The Right Culture.

Youth Is The Season Of Tragedy And Despair. Youth Is The Time When One's Whole Life Is Entangled In A Web Of Identity, In A Perpetual Maze Of Seeking And Of Finding, Of Passion And Of Disillusion, Of Vague Longings And Of Nameless Griefs, Of Pity That Is A Blade In The Heart, And Of 'all The Little Emptiness Of Love.

There Wouldn't Be Half As Much Fun In The World If It Weren't For Children And Men, And There Ain't A Mite Of Difference Between Them Under The Skins.

Experience Has Taught Me That The Only Cruelties People Condemn Are Those With Which They Do Not Happen To Be Familiar.

What I Hated Even More Than The Conflict Was The Lurid Spectacle Of A World Of Unreason.