Everything comes in circles. [...] The old wheel turns, and the same spoke comes up. It's all been done before, and will be again.

When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.

So tomorrow we disappear into the unknown. This account I am transmitting down the river by canoe, and it may be our last word to those who are interested in our fate.

Of all ruins, that of a noble mind is the most deplorable.

The weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair.

There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book.

Violence does, in truth, recoil upon the violent, and the schemer falls into the pit which he digs for another.