One can't be too dangerous, if they like to eat pancakes. Especially with jam on it.
One summer morning at sunrise a long time ago I met a little girl with a book under her arm. I asked her why she was out so early and she answered that there were too many books and far too little time. And there she was absolutely right.
It was a particularly good evening to begin a book.
One must use the night.
All things are so very uncertain, and that's exactly what makes me feel reassured.
And all you can do is just read," she said. She raised her voice an screamed, "You just read and read and read!" Then she threw herself down on the table and wept.