Men of great spirit are at high risk at a time when small souls rule the world.
When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.
Thus does the unyielding, inescapable future ineluctably devour the present.
Utopias are boring. Distopias on the other hand, are interesting.
I hate no one, sir. It seems a waste of emotional energy.
My temperament is not inclined toward more self-promotion than is absolutely necessary for my professional well-being.