Even The Most Malignant Gods

My Literary Success Meant Nothing To Me

My Relatives Used To Laugh When I Talked Of Being A Writer.

Animals Do Not Betray; They Do Not Exploit; They Do Not Oppress; They Do Not Enslave; They Do Not Sin. They Have Their Being, And Their Being Is Honest, And Who Can Say This Of Man?

My Dreams Are All Follies.

Though I Am A Catholic, A Professing One, I Have Serious Doubts About The Survival Of The Human Personality After Death.