We light the oven so that everyone may bake bread in it.
Mountains culminate in peaks, and nations in men.
Others go to bed with their mistresses; I with my ideas.
Books console us, calm us, prepare us, enrich us and redeem us.
An insatiable appetite for glory leads to sacrifice and death, but innate instinct leads to self-preservation and life.
Men are like the stars; some generate their own light while others reflect the brilliance they receive.