Torment Yourself As Little As Possible, Then

Like Tired Dogs They Stand There, Because They Use Up All Their Strength In Remaining Upright In One's Memory.

Most Men Are Not Wicked... They Are Sleep-walkers, Not Evil Evildoers.

Evil Is Whatever Distracts.

We Need The Books That Affect Us Like A Disaster, That Grieve Us Deeply, Like The Death Of Someone We Loved More Than Ourselves, Like Being Banished Into Forests Far From Everyone, Like A Suicide. A Book Must Be The Axe For The Frozen Sea Inside Us.

Everything You Say Is Boring And Incomprehensible, But That Alone Doesn't Make It True.