Non aveva voglia di morire. La era bella. Il sole caldo. E gli esseri umani?

“The lake of my mind, unbroken by oars, heaves placidly and soon sinks into an o…”

“It has the permanent quality of literature.”

“No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you th…”

“Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame”