...how could I, fool that I am, go on sitting in my office, or here at home, instead of leaping onto a train with my eyes shut and opening them only when I am with you?
It is important what a man still plans at the end. It shows the measure of injustice in his death.
The great writers of aphorisms read as if they had all known each other well.
One should not confuse the craving for life with endorsement of it.
Learning is the art of ignoring.
A 'modern' man has nothing to add to modernism, if only because he has nothing to oppose it with. The well-adapted drop off the dead limb of time like lice.