True love gallops, it flies, it is the swiftest of all modes of thought, swifter even than hate and fear.

The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man.

Our destiny can be examined, but it cannot be justified or totally explained. We are simply here.

Only love has clear vision. Hatred has cloudy vision. When we hate we know not what we do.

Time can divorce us from the reality of people, it can separate us from people and turn them into ghosts. Or rather it is we who turn them into ghosts or demons. Some kinds of fruitless preoccupations with the past can create such simulacra, and they can exercise power, like those heroes at Troy fighting for a phantom Helen.

It was like hunting fish with an underwater gun, a sport which he had once been foolish enough to try. At one moment there is the fish - graceful, mysterious, desirable and free - and the next moment there is nothing but struggling and blood and confusion.

A death is the most terrible of facts.