Adulterers, take warning, never admit.

For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.

How time flies when one has fun!

My notes have a curious tendency, as I realize at last, to annihilate all they purport to record.

What are we doing here, that is the question.

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.

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