He is an emancipated thinker who is not afraid to write foolish things.

It always seems to the brothers and the father that their brother or son didn't marry the right person.

Only entropy comes easy.

Love, friendship and respect do not unite people as much as common hatred for something.

Write about this man who, drop by drop, squeezes the slave's blood out of himself until he wakes one day to find the blood of a real human being--not a slave's--coursing through his veins.

Whoever sincerely believes that elevated and distant goals are as little use to man as a cow, that "all of our problems" come fromsuch goals, is left to eat, drink, sleep, or, when he gets sick of that, to run up to a chest and smash his forehead on its corner.

Brevity - the sister of talent.