We Are Born Knowing Death.

Civilization, Let Me Tell You What It Is. First The Soldier, Then The Merchant, Then The Priest, Then The Lawyer. The Merchant Hires The Soldier And Priest To Conquer The Country For Him. First The Soldier, He Is A Murderer; Then The Priest, He Is A Liar; Then The Merchant, He Is A Thief; And They All Bring In The Lawyer To Make Their Laws And Defend Their Deeds, And There You Have Your Civilization!

I Shall Try To Tell The Truth, But The Result Will Be Fiction.

There Is No Such Thing As An Exact Synonym And No Such Thing As An Unmixed Motive.

I Am In Paris. Yes Ma'am , I Made It Back. I Came Up From Berlin, Stopped Here Ten Days, Fought A Losing Battle Against My Deepest Inclinations, Pulled Myself Out By The Hair And Went To Madrid...madrid Is A Lovely Enchanting City, And There Was Almost Ready For Me A Kind Of Penthouse Full Of Sunlight, A Roof Garden, And So On. I Gave One Look At It All, Returned To The Hotel And Went To Bed And Wept Bitterly For Eleven Hours...why? Because I Had Seen Paris And Could Not Endure The Thought Of Being Anywhere Else.

Love Must Be Learned And Learned Again; There Is No End.