Many Of The Men Who Had Come

But, Of Course Only Morons Would Ever Think Or Speak Of Themselves As Intellectuals. That's Why They All Look So Sad.

I Had No Place In Any Coterie, Or In Any Reciprocal Self-advertising. I Stood Alone. I Stood Outside. I Wanted Only To Learn. I Wanted Only To Write Better.

The Nearer She Came To Death, The More, By Some Perversity Of Nature, Did She Enjoy Living.

Nobody, Not Even The Old, Not Even The Despairing, Wished To Come To An End In Time Or In Eternity.

Convictions ... Are Always Getting In The Way Of Opportunities.