I had dropped one form and not taken on the other, and was become like Mohammed's coffin in our legend, with a resultant feeling of intense loneliness in life, and a contempt, not for other men, but for all they do.

I could write for hours on the lustfulness of moving Swiftly.

Club Secretary: I say, Lawrence. You are a clown! Lawrence: We can't all be lion tamers.

I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands/and wrote my will across the sky in stars

A skittish motorbike with a touch of blood in it is better than all the riding animals on earth, because of its logical extension of our faculties, and the hint, the provocation, to excess conferred by its honeyed untiring smoothness.

They taught me that no man could be their leader except he ate the ranks' food, wore their clothes, lived level with them, and yet appeared better in himself.

Your success will be proportioned to the amount of mental effort you devote to it.