Never Explain Anything

What a man does for pay is of little significance. What he is, as a sensitive instrument responsive to the world's beauty, is everything!

Life is a hideous thing.

It was from the artists and poets that the pertinent answers came, and I know that panic would have broken loose had they been able to compare notes.

No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.

Our brains deliberately make us forget things, to prevent insanity

I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless chaos of eternal night.