Year after year students tumble along like the waters of a river. They flow away, and only the teacher is left behind, like some deeply buried rock at the bottom of the current.

A plausible rumor / Seems a lot more believable / Than the truth itself.

Work seemed something fundamental for man, something which enabled him to endure the aimless flight of time.

Defeat begins with the fear that one has lost.

Some people, when they're called before the police, like nothing better than to spill everything, fact and fiction alike, hoping to create a good impression.

It's a dangerous dog that doesn't bark.

Something whose connection with human experience we cannot grasp is bound to be frightening.