I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

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

What Fun It Would Be To Be Poor, As Long As One Was Excessively Poor! Anything In Excess Is Most Exhilarating

Beauty, Real Beauty, Is Something Very Grave. If There Is A God, He Must Be Partly That.

Until The Day Of His Death No Man Can Be Sure Of His Courage.

Life Is A Wonderful Thing To Talk About, Or To Read About In History Books - But It Is Terrible When One Has To Live It.