Mistakes are joyful, truth infernal.

She was waiting, but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.

I'd buy myself a cabin on the beach, I'd put some glue in my navel, and I'd stick a flag in there. Then I'd wait to see which way the wind was blowing.

Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.

For centuries the death penalty, often accompanied by barbarous refinements, has been trying to hold crime in check; yet crime persists. Why? Because the instincts that are warring in man are not, as the law claims, constant forces in a state of equilibrium.

Still, obviously, one can't be sensible all the time.

Absolute freedom mocks at justice. Absolute justice denies freedom.