Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?

This is the feeling for syllable and rhythm, penetrating far below the conscious levels of thought and feeling, invigorating every word.

All time is unreedemable.

Culture is the one thing that we cannot deliberately aim at. It is the product of a variety of more or less harmonious activities, each pursued for its own sake.

It is impossible to design a system so perfect that no one needs to be good.

Writing every day is a way of keeping the engine running, and then something good may come out of it.

Envy is everywhere. Who is without envy? And most people Are unaware or unashamed of being envious.