This is no book. Whoever touches this touches a man.
I did not enter into silence. Silence captured me.
The art of letters will come to an end before A.D. 2000. I shall survive as a curiosity.
Pay no attention to the criticism of men who have never themselves written a notable work.
Wars in old times were made to get slaves. The modern implement of imposing slavery is debt.
As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion, O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.