What Is Truth? I Don't Know And

Put The Park Rangers To Work. Lazy Scheming Loafers, They've Wasted Too Many Years Selling Tickets At Toll Booths And Sitting Behind Desks Filling Out Charts And Tables

Nothing Could Be Older Than The Daily News, Nothing Deader Than Yesterday's Newspaper.

I Do Not Believe In Personal Immortality; It Seems So Unnecessary. Show Me One Man Who Deserves To Live Forever.

Proust Again: One Can Only Wish That A Man With Such Powers Of Total Recall Had Led A Less Tedious Life, Moved Among Somewhat Livelier Circles.

The Tragic Sense Of Life: Our Heroic Acceptance Of The Suffering Of Others.