I hope, or I could not live.
After people have repeated a phrase a great number of times, they begin to realize it has meaning and may even be true.
The science hangs like a gathering fog in a valley, a fog which begins nowhere and goes nowhere, an incidental, unmeaning inconvenience to passers-by.
Lies are the mortar that binds the savage individual man into the social masonry.
If you do not want to explore an egoism you should not read autobiography.
After your first day of cycling, one dream is inevitable. A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs, and round and round they seem to go. You ride through Dreamland on wonderful dream bicycles that change and grow.