Writing Is Its Own Reward.

Words Are Loneliness.

The World Isn't Kept Running Because It's A Paying Proposition. (god Doesn't Make A Cent On The Deal.) The World Goes On Because A Few Men In Every Generation Believe In It Utterly, Accept It Unquestioningly; They Underwrite It With Their Lives.

Even If It Doesn't Work, There Is Something Healthy And Invigorating About Direct Action

Every Man With A Bellyful Of The Classics Is An Enemy To The Human Race.

The Cradles Of Civilization Are The Putrid Sinks Of The World.