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

The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance.

We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?

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

Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.