As he passed out, he used to look with wonder at the black confessionals and long to sit in the dim shadow of one of them and listen to men and women whispering through the worn grating the true story of their lives.

“Saber seria fatal. Na incerteza é que está o encanto. O nevoeiro dá às coisas a…”

“Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six…”

“The English novels are the only relaxation of the intellectually unemployed. Bu…”

“The intellect is not a serious thing, and never has been. It is an instrument o…”