When Satan's not in the mood, virtue triumphs. Hasn't even Satan a right not to be in the mood once in a while?

I have found that words that are loaded with pathos and create a seductive euphoria are apt to promote nonsense.

The job of a citizen is to keep his mouth open.

I am not faithful but I am attached.

It's dangerous to watch staggering butterflies. They have a plan but it has no meaning.

Today I know that all things are watching, that nothing goes unseen, that even wallpaper has a better memory than human beings. It's not God in his heaven who sees everything. A kitchen chair, a clothes hanger, a half-filled ashtray, or the wooden replica of a woman named Niobe can serve perfectly well as an unforgetting witness to our every deed.

And when the sun goes down and the mood comes upon me, I'll watch the play of the colors on the water, yield to the fleetly dissolving images, and turn into pure feeling, all soft and nice.