Real Misery Cuts Off All Paths To

I Daresay Anything Can Be Made Holy By Being Sincerely Worshipped.

The Entry Of A Child Into Any Situation Changes The Whole Situation.

Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life, What Next I Wonder.

Almost Any Tale Of Our Doings Is Comic. We Are Bottomlessly Comic To Each Other. Even The Most Adored And Beloved Person Is Comic To His Lover. The Novel Is A Comic Form. Language Is A Comic Form, And Makes Jokes In Its Sleep. God, If He Existed, Would Laugh At His Creation. Yet It Is Also The Case That Life Is Horrible, Without Metaphysical Sense, Wrecked By Chance, Pain And The Close Prospect Of Death. Out Of This Is Born Irony, Our Dangerous And Necessary Tool.

The Bicycle Is The Most Civilized Conveyance Known To Man. Other Forms Of Transport Grow Daily More Nightmarish. Only The Bicycle Remains Pure In Heart.