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

The denizens of Citizens Service Houses are not, as a rule, gifted with a lot of common sense, but they often make up for that by being extremely argumentative and vindictive.

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

Unacceptable, maybe. But not unthinkable. Nothing's unthinkable once somebody's thought it.

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.

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

Ignorance can't be pardoned. Only cured.