[I]t's safer to be fond of dangerous people.
How I hate everything!
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.
It was harder to drown at sunrise than in darkness.
The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.
[B]ut he had lived in a world in which, as he said, no one who loved ideas need hunger mentally.