Nothing often poses in men as wisdom.

“Marinus is leaning on the railing. "Warehouse number six needs rebuilding; ther…”

“How vulgar, this hankering after immortality, how vain, how false. Composers ar…”

“During those nine pouched-up months, what do babies imagine? Gills, swamps, bat…”

“A book you finish reading is not the same book it was before you read it.”