Be scared. You can't help that. But don't be afraid.

The whiskey died away in time and was renewed and died again, but the street ran on. From that night the thousand streets ran as one street, with imperceptible corners and changes of scene.

It's all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won't be over until tomorrow.

Success is feminine and like a woman, if you cringe before her, she will override you

She was the captain of her soul

Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.

So long as the deceit ran along quiet and monotonous, all of us let ourselves be deceived, abetting it unawares or maybe through cowardice.