“A sentence should be read as if its author, had he held a plough instead of a pen, could have drawn a furrow deep and straight to the end.”

“He had a hear that could have held the empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar.”

“He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar.”

“We are dust furrowed by the painful plough of Destiny to give birth to the emptiness of a time.”

“When a book leaves its author's desk it changes. Even before anyone has read it, before eyes other than its creator's have looked upon a single phrase, it is irretrievably altered. It has become a book that can be read, that no longer belongs to its maker. It has acquired, in a sense, free will. It will make its journey through the world and there is no longer anything the author can do about it. Even he, as he looks at its sentences, reads them differently now that they can be read by others. They look like different sentences. The book has gone out into the world and the world has remade it.”

“It was never what he had done,but always what he could do. And he had chosen to make his living with something else instead of a pen or a pencil”