To Write Is A Humiliation.

No Country Has Suffered So Much From The Ruins Of War While Being At Peace As The American.

Men Are Mad Most Of Their Lives; Few Live Sane, Fewer Die So. The Acts Of People Are Baffling Unless We Realize That Their Wits Are Disordered. Man Is Driven To Justice By His Lunacy.

Men Are Too Unstable To Be Just; They Are Crabbed Because They Have Not Passed Water At The Usual Time, Or Testy Because They Have Not Been Stroked Or Praised.

When One Realizes That His Life Is Worthless He Either Commits Suicide Or Travels.

Writing Is Conscience, Scruple, And The Farming Of Our Ancestors.