The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.

Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.

The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.

I hope I am not too old to take it up seriously, nor too stupid about machines to qualify as a commercial pilot. I do not feel like spending the rest of my life writing books that no one will read. It is not as though I wanted to write them.

To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

Adulterers, take warning, never admit.

I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.