To Write Is A Humiliation.

No Country Has Suffered So Much From The Ruins Of War While Being At Peace As The American.

Everything Ultimately Fails, For We Die, And That Is Either The Penultimate Failure Or Our Most Enigmatical Achievement.

Perhaps Samuel Johnson Was A Great Man; He Was Certainly A Drumbling One.

Of All The Animals On Earth, None Is So Brutish As Man When He Seeks The Delirium Of Coition.

There Are Men That Are Birds, And Their Raiment Is Trembling Feathers, For They Show Their Souls To Everyone And Everything That Is Ungentle Or Untutored Or Evil Or Mockery Is As A Rude Stone Cast At Them, And They Suffer All Day Long, Or As Paul Remarks They Are Slain Every Moment.