For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.

Let joy be unconfined.

Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The geometries that circumscribe your working life draw norrower and norrower until nothing fits inside them anymore.

He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.