The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.

Give me the ready hand rather than the ready tongue.

Perfect behaviour is born of complete indifference.

The slowness of time, for a man who knows nothing will happen, is brutal.

Woman gives herself as a prize to the weak and as a prop to the strong and no man ever has what he should.

We commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong.

Writing is a fine thing, because it combines the two pleasures of talking to yourself and talking to a crowd.