For if there is a sin against life it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.
That is sad until one recalls how many bad books the world may yet be spared because of the busyness of writers.
The theater needs continual reminders that there is nothing more debasing...
By the time a man gets to be presidential material he's been bought ten...
As societies grow decadent the language grows decadent too. Words are used...
It would be a sad day if we British stopped being cynical, but you...
I have this absurd syndrome where I get these out-of-the-blue, pathetic...
It’s just rubbish.
