But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.
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.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation--Time.
To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.
If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.