One Forgets So Quickly One's Own Youth.

Fun... Human Nature... Does No One Any Harm... Regular As Clockwork The Old Excuses Came Back Into The Alert, Sad And Dissatisfied Brain--nothing Ever Matched The Deep Excitement Of The Regular Desire. Men Always Failed You When It Came To The Act. She Might Just As Well Have Been To The Pictures.

So It Always Is: When You Escape To A Desert The Silence Shouts In Your Ear.

I Hate You, God. I Hate You As Though You Actually Exist.

For A Good Man Fame Is Always A Problem.

Thought's A Luxury. Do You Think The Peasant Sits And Thinks Of God And Democracy When He Gets Inside His Mud Hut At Night?