Men of great spirit are at high risk at a time when small souls rule the world.

Never pass by a chance to shut up.

My temperament is not inclined toward more self-promotion than is absolutely necessary for my professional well-being.

I find the world and all it contains extremely fascinating. Is this sinful?

I hate no one, sir. It seems a waste of emotional energy.

It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.

Utopias are boring. Distopias on the other hand, are interesting.