The Bourgeois Are Other People.

You Can Recover From The Writing Malady Only By Falling Mortally Ill And Dying.

Let Us Stay At Home: There We Are Decent. Let Us Not Go Out: Our Defects Wait For Us At The Door, Like Flies.

Words Are The Small Change Of Thought.

Failure Is Not Our Only Punishment For Laziness; There Is Also The Success Of Others.

Do Not Ask Me To Be Kind; Just Ask Me To Act As Though I Were.