Merely Having Seen The Season

New Things Are Always Ugly.

It Is A Tragic Hour, That Hour When We Are Finally Driven To Reckon With Ourselves, When Every Avenue Of Mental Distraction Has Been Cut Off And Our Own Life And All Its Ineffaceable Failures Closes About Us Like The Walls Of That Old Torture Chamber Of The Inquisition.

Let People Go On Talking As They Like, And We Will Go On Living As We Think Best.

It Takes A Great Deal Of Experience To Become Natural.

Too Much Information Is Rather Deadening.