The mania of thinking renders one unfit for every activity.
I cling to my imperfection, as the very essence of my being.
A dictionary is merely the universe arranged in alphabetical order.
It's not by amusing oneself that one learns.
Yet, every now and then, there would pass a young girl, slender, fair and desirable, arousing in young men a not ignoble desire to possess her, and stirring in old men regrets for ecstasy not seized and now forever past.
Without lies humanity would perish of despair and boredom.