How clerks love refusing. It salves them for being clerks.

I get up and I have coffee and I speak to no man and I go to my desk.

Decades go faster toward the end of a century.

Balance is compromise. Of the muscles.

I don't suppose there's really any critic except posterity.

This is my answer to the gap between ideas and action - I will write it out.

Sociology, the guilty science, functions best by alarm.