My Mistakes Are My Life.

For In Me There Have Always Been Two Fools, Among Others, One Asking Nothing Better Than To Stay Where He Is And The Other Imagining That Life Might Be Slightly Less Horrible A Little Further On.

To Every Man His Little Cross. Till He Dies. And Is Forgotten.

I Have My Faults, But Changing My Tune Is Not One Of Them.

I Am Interested In The Shape Of Ideas Even If I Do Not Believe In Them. There Is A Wonderful Sentence In Augustine . . . "do Not Despair: One Of The Thieves Was Saved; Do Not Presume: One Of The Thieves Was Damned." That Sentence Had A Wonderful Shape. It Is The Shape That Matters.

All I Want To Do Is Sit On My Ass And Fart And Think Of Dante.