I wonder the human race has been so fond of migrations, when the young take so hardly to traveling.
People who have power respond simply. They have no minds but their own.
We must use words as they are used, or stand aside from life.
We none of us talk to people as we do behind their backs.
it is in our minds that we live much of our life.
Most of the pleasure of making a book would go if it held nothing to be shared by other people. I would write for a few dozen people, and sometimes it seems that I do so, but I would not write for no-one.