(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins commited in previous lives.
Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shores our bed and eats at our own table.
The wise learn many things from their enemies.
All that we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.
The life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
Attacking is the only secret. Dare and the world always yields; or if it beats you sometimes, dare it again and it will succumb.
Eyes that see do not grow old.