That We Cannot Rise Equal

Writing Is Its Own Reward.

I Read To Be Taken Out Of Myself, To Become Ecstatic.

That We Cannot Rise Equal To Situations When We Are In Them — That Is The Tragedy Of Life.

There Is No Salvation In Becoming Adapted To A World Which Is Crazy.

Hell Is Probably Quite Similar To Most Paris Bistros ... A Bit Overheated, Somewhat Too Crowded, And A Little Too Noisy For My Tastes. The Waiters Will Surely Treat You Rudely And The Cashiers Will Always Add A Few Extra Francs To Your Bill But ... And This Is The Important Part ... The Food Will Be Marvelous.