Emblem: the carapace of the great crowned snail is painted with all the flags of the United Nations.

I obey my own commands about as often as others do.

Victorian sorrow: the stars are winking in the sky, but not for us.

Strict rules of evidence would destroy psychoanalysis and literary criticism.

Worrying is as futile as boredom, but harder work.

The neuroses parody the virtues.

The critical spirit never knows when to stop meddling.