Is Not Life In Itself A Thing

Distance In A Straight Line Has No Mystery. The Mystery Is In The Sphere.

No Man Remains Quite What He Was When He Recognizes Himself.

War Is Only A Cowardly Escape From The Problems Of Peace.

A Harmful Truth Is Better Than A Useful Lie.

A Lonely, Quiet Person Has Observations And Experiences That Are At Once Both More Indistinct And More Penetrating Than Those Of One More Gregarious; His Thoughts Are Weightier, Stranger, And Never Without A Tinge Of Sadness. . . . Loneliness Fosters That Which Is Original, Daringly And Bewilderingly Beautiful, Poetic. But Loneliness Also Fosters That Which Is Perverse, Incongruous, Absurd, Forbidden.