I have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.

Query: How does the never to be differ from what never was?

The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day.

If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?

Scared money can’t win and a worried man can’t love.

If a man's at odds to know his own mind it's because he hasn't got aught but his mind to know it with.

The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For him such memories are bitter ones.