“However, everything has an end, everything passes away, even the hunger of people who have not eaten”

What pen can describe this scene of marvellous horror; what pencil can portray it?

We are of opinion that instead of letting books grow moldy behind an iron grating, far from the vulgar gaze, it is better to let them wear out by being read.

Anything a man can imagine, another can create.

If there were no thunder, men would have little fear of lightning.

It’s really useful to travel, if you want to see new things.

Though sleep is called our best friend, it is a friend who often keeps us waiting!

Man is never perfect nor contented.

I can undertake and persevere even without hope of success.

Reality provides us with facts so romantic that imagination itself could add nothing to them.

It seems wisest to assume the worst from the beginning, and let anything better come as a surprise.

On the earth, even in the darkest night, the light never wholly abandons his rule. It is diffused and subtle, but little as may remain, the retina of the eye is sensible of it.

An English criminal, you know is always better concealed in London than anywhere else.

When the mind once allows a doubt to gain entrance, the value of deeds performed grow less, their character changes, we forget the past and dread the future.

What you do for money you do badly.

I saw the world. I learnt of new cultures. I flew across an ocean. I wore women’s clothing. Made a friend. Fell in love. Who cares if I lost a wager?

Man is so constituted that health is a purely negative state. Hunger once satisfied, it is difficult for a man to imagine the horrors of starvation; they cannot be understood without being felt.

We can’t all be lions in this world. There must be some lambs, harmless, kindly, gregarious creatures for eating and shearing.

Bittersweet memories dancing in the pupils of my hollowed out eyes, these sugar-coated recollections attempt to latch onto me ultimately eating me alive.

I like skiing and surfing with kids. They are the cutest little skiers out there, in their little outfits. I just want to eat ’em up!

When engaged in eating, the brain should be the servant of the stomach.

Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.

Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screeneed porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape.

If I don’t eat soon, I’ll die of hunger; and if I die, I won’t eat soon.

Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.