He said it was artificial respiration, but now I find I am to have his child.

All art preserves mysteries which aesthetic philosophers tackle in vain.

Literature ceases to be literature when it commits itself to moral uplift; it becomes moral philosophy or some such dull thing.

It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Van.

Alex like groweth up, Oh Yes.

Oh, it was gorgeosity and yumyumyum. When it came to the Scherzo I could viddy myself very clear running and running on like the very light and mysterious nogas, carving the whole litso of the creeching world with my cut-throat britva.

If you expect the worst from a person, you can't ever be disappointed... The pessimist takes a sort of gloomy pleasure in observing the depths to which human behaviour can sink. The more sin he sees, the more his belief in Original Sin is confirmed. Everyone likes to have his deepest convictions confirmed; that is one of the most abiding of human satisfaction.