Our minds need relaxation, and give way unless we mix with work a little play.
The only people who can be excused for letting a bad book loose on the world are the poor devils who have to write for a living.
That must be fine, for I don't understand a word.
But it is not reason that governs love.
I believe that two and two are four and that four and four are eight.
Words and deeds are far from being one. Much that is talked about is left undone.