Tradition is a detestable peddler of errors, to which, alas, the Devil lends a long and tenacious life.

Gracias a él hice conocimiento con el Bonhomme Pluie, o paraguas errante, un enorme paraverse de algodón verde, que se paseaba completamente solo, sin que nadie lo sostuviese, por los terrenos áridos de Putney Commons.—Si por distracción o audacia se refugiase alguien debajo de él, desaparecería para siempre—afirmaba Peaffy.

Indeed, men who manage to defeat time by anxiously safeguarding their tomorrow, by not allowing it to stray anywhere from the past, have in effect conquered death itself.

The only thing I’m sure of is that one can’t be a complete unbeliever. That would be to admit to nothingness. Absolute zero doesn’t exist.

The true fear is the fear of being afraid.

These old eyes of mine barely see your hands on the table. Illuminated by this candlelight, they look like yellow spiders. Still, they’re finely wrought Jewish hands. Whatever they hold, shall not easily be relinquished.