There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing

If your hunch proves a good one, you were inspired; if it proves bad, you are guilty of yielding to thoughtless impulse.

Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance. The cloud clears as you enter it. I have learned this, but like everyone, I learned it late.

I learned what every dreaming child needs to know, that no horizon is so far you cannot get above it or beyond it.

[The lion] began to contemplate me with a kind of quiet premeditation, like that of a slow-witted man fondling an unaccustomed thought.

Who thinks it just to be judged by a single error?

There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing