Like every man of sense and good feeling, I abominate work.
Five minutes later roots and fruits were abolished; the flower of the present rosily blossomed.
Unorthodoxy threatens more than the life of a mere individual; it strikes at Society itself. Yes, at Society itself...
The question for the man of sense is: Do we or do we not want to go to hell? And his answer is: No, we don't. And if that's his answer, then he won't have anything to do with any of the politicians. Because they all want to land us in hell.
Writers write to influence their readers, their preachers, their auditors, but always, at bottom, to be more themselves.
He took nobody by surprise; there was nobody to take.