There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
Every dog has like me the impulse to question, and I have like every dog the impulse not to answer.
Only the moment counts. It determines life.
If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skull, why then do we read it?
All language is but a poor translation.
I lack nothing. I only needed myself.