No doubt about it: error is the rule, truth is the accident of error.

Suffering has roused them from the sleep of gentle life, and every day fills them with a terrible intoxication. They are now something more than themselves; those we loved were merely happy shadows.

In the beds which the piety of the public has prepared on every side, stricken men await the verdict of fate.

When you are in it up to your ears, keep your mouth shut.

To drink is a small matter. To be thirsty is everything.

I can no longer think what I want to think. My thoughts have been replaced by moving images.

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.