Personally of course I regret everything. Not a word, not a deed, not a thought, not a need, not a grief, not a joy, not a girl, not a boy, not a doubt, not a trust, not a scorn, not a lust, not a hope, not a fear, not a smile, not a tear, not a name, not a face, no time, no place...that I do not regret, exceedingly. An ordure, from beginning to end.

The bicycle is a great good. But it can turn nasty, if ill employed.

The end of a life is always vivifying.

Name, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.

Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done.