What makes bad writers so annoying is their good passages.
To think about and prepare for war is boring, boring for everyone. It's being locked in barracks.
I love the love of those who are far enough away, it becomes whatever I wish to believe it.
A thought falls like a ripe fruit from the tree of idleness.
Might I be the one I am looking for?
Fatalism is the lazy man's way of accepting the inevitable.