One Eventually Has Enough Even Of Oneself.

Sleepy-head Is No Longer Aroused By Tragic Imaginings.

I Am Never More Myself Than In My Self-betrayals.

Being Cultured Is The Least Expensive Form Of Respectability.

Futility Has Become A Great Subject, Full Of Opportunities.

The Negative Always Wins At Last, But I Like It None The Better For That.