The Leech's Kiss, The Squid's

Actual Happiness Always Looks Pretty Squalid In Comparison With The Overcompensations For Misery. And, Of Course, Stability Isn't Nearly So Spectacular As Instability. And Being Contented Has None Of The Glamour Of A Good Fight Against Misfortune, None Of The Picturesqueness Of A Struggle With Temptation, Or A Fatal Overthrow By Passion Or Doubt. Happiness Is Never Grand.

The Natural Rhythm Of Human Life Is Routine Punctuated By Orgies.

I Want To Know What Passion Is. I Want To Feel Something Strongly.

If You Don't Gamble, You'll Never Win.

Round Pegs In Square Holes Tend To Have Dangerous Thoughts About The Social System And Tend To Infect Others With Their Discontents.