Nothing Lasts. Not Even A

A Nation Has Honor Precisely As It Has Fleas - On This Or That Body. The Statesman Who Talks Of Honor - Unless He Means Something Else, Quite Different - Is A Rogue.

If The Novel Is Dying, I See No Chance That Dismembering It Will Revive It.

The Gesture With Which One Generation Guards The Next Is The Movement, And The Only Time We See It Clearly, Of Life Itself.

The Only Way To Live Is To Accept Each Minute As An Unrepeatable Miracle, Which Is Exactly What It Is: A Miracle And Unrepeatable.

No One Asks Public Men To Be Strictly Moral, But They Must Seem To Be Well-behaved.