Men spend their time in following a ball or a hare; it is the pleasure even of kings.

It’s an enemy that I can’t allow to wound me a second time. It’s already done enough damage: most of it hidden far from the surface.

First I went left, he did too. Then I went right, and he did too. Then I went left again, and he went to buy a hot dog.

You cannot run with the hare and hunt with the hounds

The inside of a human being is hollow and full of rubish in the mean time

I have made this letter longer than usual because I lack the time to make it shorter