The only way for writers to meet is to share a quick peek over a common lamp-post.

Boys do not grow up gradually. They move forward in spurts like the hands of clocks in railway stations.

We must select the illusion which appeals to our temperament, and embrace it with passion, if we want to be happy.

Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph-green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.

In my religion all believers would stop work at sundown and have a drink together.

Whom the gods wish to destroy they first call promising.

Slums may well be breeding grounds of crime, but middle class suburbs are incubators of apathy and delirium.