We Count The Courtesies Accorded Us By

Everyone Becomes Brave When He Observes One Who Despairs.

Some People Throw A Bit Of Their Personality After Their Bad Arguments, As If That Might Straighten Their Paths And Turn Them Into Right And Good Arguments-just As A Man In A Bowling Alley, After He Has Let Go Of The Ball, Still Tries To Direct It With Gestures.

We Are Terrified By The Idea Of Being Terrified.

The Tree That Would Grow To Heaven Must Send Its Roots To Hell.

We Have Art In Order Not To Die Of The Truth.