No one can wear a mask for very long.
The rust of the mind is the destruction of genius.
Courage leads to heaven; fear leads to death.
When I think over what I have said, I envy dumb people.
The kind of solace that arises from having company in misery is spiteful.
We haven't time to spare to hear whether it was between Italy and Sicily that he ran into a storm or somewhere outside the world we know-when every day we're running into our own storms, spiritual storms, and driven by vice into all the troubles that Ulysses ever knew.