When even despair ceases to serve any creative purpose, then surely we are justified in suicide.

Civilization is an active deposit which is formed by the combustion of the Present with the Past. Neither in countries without a Present nor in those without a Past is it to be discovered.

Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.

Imprisoned in every fat man a thin one is wildly signalling to be let out.

Like the bee its sting, the promiscuous leave behind them in each encounter something of themselves by which they are made to suffer.

It is a mistake to expect good work from expatriates for it is not what they do that matters but what they are not doing.

There is no fury like an ex-wife searching for a new lover.