No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.
Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
Wipe your glasses with what you know.
I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.
Children must be educated by love, not punishment.