I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.

It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.

The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.

There is man in his entirety, blaming his shoe when his foot is guilty.

Habit is a compromise effected between the individual and his environment, or between the individual and his own organic eccentricities, the guarantee of a dull inviolability, the lightning-conductor of his existence.

Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.

Do we mean love, when we say love?