Those Eggheadsareterrible Philistines. A realgood head is not oval but round.

A change of environment is the traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and lungs, rely.

Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don't stop to think, don't interrupt the scream, exhale, release life's rapture.

There are aphorisms that, like airplanes, stay up only while they are in motion.

I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art.

He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.

Neither in environment nor in heredity can I find the exact instrument that fashioned me, the a.non.y.muse roller that passed upon my life a certain intricate watermark whose unique design becomes visible when the lamp of art is made to shine through life's foolscap.