How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a specter through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?

Necessity, they say, is mother of invention, but fear, too, is not barren of ingenious suggestions.

It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.

I am afraid that if you want to go down into history you'll have to do something for it.

It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.

The moon had spread over everything a thin layer of silver - over the rank grass, over the mud, upon the wall of matted vegetation standing higher than the wall of a temple, over the great river I could see through a sombre gap glittering, glittering, as it flowed broadly by without a murmur. All this was great, expectant, mute, while the man jabbered about himself.

Gossip is what no one claims to like, but everybody enjoys.