I dreamed horse and lived horse and expected, if necessary, to marry a horse; for all practical purposes I was a horse.

Did you ever look into the personalities of male cooks, Army, logging camp, etc.? They're all supposed to be crazy, incomprehensible, contemptible. And angry. The act of feeding adult males seems to have strange personality effects.

Absolutes are absolutely dangerous.

Any chance beats no chance.

You know, exams are like war -- the birth rate of ideas goes up. Anything to keep from this dismal regimen, says poor mind, and hopefully tosses up another distraction.

I cannot teach -- if I teach as teaching should be I become so exhausted I nearly die, I seem to have no middle gear.

good is too often allied with vulnerability and evil with power.