My loathings are simple. stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. My pleasures are the most intense known to man: writing and butterfly hunting.
Revelation can be more perilous than Revolution.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.
Nymphets do not occur in polar regions.
Just like a man grieving because he has recently lost in his dreams some thing that he had never had in reality, or hoping that tomorrow he would dream that he found it again. That is how mathematics is created; it has its fatal flaw.