The Setting Sun

In our lives we know joy, anger, sorrow, and a hundred other emotions, but these emotions all together occupy a bare one per cent of our time. The remaining ninety-nine per cent is just living in waiting.

I do not trust the world. My only ally is the tagged dissolute. The tagged dissolute. That is the only cross on which I wish to be crucified. Though ten thousand people criticize me, I can throw in their teeth my challenge: Are you not at all the more dangerous for being without tags?

P.S. I have recently been putting on a little weight. I think it is less that I am turning into a brute creature than that I have at last become human. This summer I read a novel (just one) by D. H. Lawrence.

Anyway, you can be sure of one thing, a man's got to fake just to stay alive.

Solemnity=feeling of idiocy.

Please forgive me. Just this once, please forgive me.

I want to spend my time with people who don't look to be respected. But such good people won't want to spend their time with me.

Justice? That's not where you'll find the so-called class struggle. Humanity? Don't be silly. I know. It is knocking down your fellow-men for the sake of your own happiness. It is a killing. What meaning has it unless there is a verdict of "Die!" It's no use cheating.

I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought.

Friend! You who relate with a smug face, "That's his bad habit, what a pity!" You do not know that you are loved.