The mind of man is capable of anything.

You can't breathe dead hippo waking, sleeping, and eating, and at the same time keep your precarious grip on existence.

We couldn't understand because we were too far... and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages, those ages that had gone, leaving hardly a sign... and no memories.

Madness alone is truly terrifying, inasmuch as you cannot placate it by threats, persuasion, or bribes.

The Westerly Wind asserting his sway from the south-west quarter is often like a monarch gone mad, driving forth with wild imprecations the most faithful of his courtiers to shipwreck, disaster, and death.

Yet, when one thinks of it, diplomacy without force is a but a rotten reed to lean upon.

Art is long and life is short, and success is very far off.