I am just a refugee from the long slow toothache of English life. It is terrible to love life so much you can hardly breathe!
All culture corrupts, but French culture corrupts absolutely.
It is not peace we seek but meaning.
Truth is what most contradicts itself.
You see, nothing matters except pleasure - which is the opposite of happiness, its tragic part, I expect.
Frost in January minus 20 for a week. Dead birds frozen on the branchโthey fall with the first thaw like ripe fruitโdeath-ripened. We shall all end like themโjust a stain in the snow.