The horse respects and obeys man because its large eyes magnify everything, so man appears much larger than the horse itself.

You climb to reach the summit, but once there, discover that all roads lead down.

The horse respects and obeys man because its large eyes magnify everything, so man appears much larger than the horse itself.

My pessimism (which, by the way, is far from absolute) originated with my despair in the lack of perfection to be found in human nature. I was attempting in my successive books to show the inevitable handicap of the human condition.

I never loved totalitarianism and all the ideas of making mankind happy always seemed crazy to me.

The demand for absolute purity of genres is becoming nowadays an anachronism in literature.

Where do consequences lead? Depends on the escort.